Falling In Love With You

A/N: Hey sorry for the long wait, but please try to leave me a review so I know what you think of the sudden cough turn of events. hehe -sly grin-

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Chapter 5

Take My Whole Life Too

By EdenEight

“Hey.” He smiled offering a small jut of the chin to the boy whom was currently sunning himself outside on their potting table.

Omi snapped up with his words, squinting to see who he was, before looking rather uncomfortable and dragging his shirt over. “Hey.” Omi said dragging the loose red T over his rather sweat drenched top. “Whatcha-whatcha doing out here Yohji-kun. I thought you went out earlier.”

“I did.” He shrugged plopping into one of their make-shift yard chairs and tilting his face up to the sun as well. The rays were strong at this time of the day, and he could feel their heat penetrating to the last layer of his skin bathing his features in heat.

“So…” Omi trailed, still watching him unsure.

“So now I am back.” He offered before turning to the boy with a smile. “It’s a great day to catch some rays. How long have you been out here?”

“Hour.” Omi deadpanned leaning back to stay propped up on his elbows.

“I have something I want to talk to you about Omi.”

“Yeah?” The boy mumbled eyes off into the yard.

“Yeah.” He repeat waiting for Omi’s eyes which returned after a moment when he failed to say more. “I am calling Manx and telling her I want a new doc.”

Flashback

“Look I know you don’t know me.” Rei said shifting about uncomfortably where he stood in their back alley. “But I am a friend of Omi’s and I wanted to talk to you about something that’s bothering him.”

“His doctor.” He deadpanned, nodding already because he knew more about this, and Rei than the boy could ever dream.

“He’s way out of control!” Rei snapped, with eyes that dodged about to the entrance of the alley and back to him like tennis balls. Swift, uneasy serves as though any moment he might be caught behind enemy lines. “Omi’s been talking to me about him, and the guy has crossed the line long ago. Someone needs to either call him and tell him to cut the shit, or talk to his supervisor. It’s not good for Omi to have to deal with that kind of person bashing on him.” Rei exclaimed quietly, stilling for a moment of breath before sweeping his body with his eyes. He noticed it right away. It was almost a sexual maneuver, one he had pulled on every girl he’d met. It wasn’t a come on, it wasn’t a compliment, it was a judgmental exercise. It measured, and figured in one sweep how attractive and appealing the person you were viewing was. Omi had done this a thousand times to him. Until a week ago, he assumed it was the boys protective nature making sure his body wasn’t injured from missions or deprived of nourishment which Omi often thought it was being he drank, smoked, and partied too much for the boys liking. “Here.” Rei said extending a clump of papers to him suddenly.

“What is this?” He asked taking them without removing his eyes from the boys face. They were in a mob movie, he was the cop, and Rei was the snitch.

“It’s a medical procedure I guess.” Rei muttered as though fumbling for the right words to continue now that his rant was over. He was deflated now, his body no longer as rigid and tense for he had said what was eating at him. “Omi’s doc wants that done Wednesday and there is no reason for it.” The tense fashion to the boy’s muscles returned with his irritated tone. “Omi is recovering slowly, but he’s getting there. With a little time he’ll be fine on his own again. Look, I know that, this is really weird.” Rei said running a stressed hand through his hair before readjusting the bag on his shoulder one more time. “But I am telling you this because Omi said you’re trust worthy, and he seems to trust you.”

End Flashback

Omi’s eyes practically bugged out of his head with his doctor comment. “Do you think I am trustworthy?”

“But-what-why? WHY Yohji-kun!” Omi snapped instantly sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the table to face him. “You don’t honestly expect me to believe-You’re Actually calling for yourself do you!” Omi yelled accusingly as he sat there calmly.

“Do you think I am trustworthy? You didn’t answer my question.” He stated.

“You didn’t answer mine.” Omi clipped back squinting at him.

“No, of course I don’t. Omi the man is out of line, and I no longer care about how angry you will be vs. allowing this to continue. Allowing this to continue now makes me more annoyed than having to put up with the silent treatment, or the burning of my food, or the hiding of my cigarettes, or the replacing of my soap with that icky brand I don’t like.” He shrugged making Omi’s face tense that much more when his pranks were listed like a grocery list. “I am making the phone call and that’s the end of it.”

“You will not.” Omi hissed sliding fully off the table to stand along side his chair.

“I already have.” He deadpanned, and Omi audibly gasped before taking a few heaving breaths as though the shock slammed into the anger and knocked it flat on it’s ass. No doubt Omi’s entire emotional programming was screaming. Did anyone catch the number on that truck? “By Monday we’ll have a new doc-who putting aside the necessary physicals we all now need again should be much better than our last one.” He sighed finally turning back to the boy and looking up at him. “All of our future appointments with regard to him are gone Omi.” He said. “You won’t be having the enema.”

“How did you? HOW-Slam!” Omi’s fist met his face before he knew the boy wanted to hit him. Before he knew he had gotten the boy that mad and he slid right out of the cheap plastic chair to his butt. “You asshole!” Omi hissed towering above him before turning on his heels for the door and he scrambled up.

“Now you wait just a damn minute.” He clipped grabbing the boy by his arm and spinning him around. “Do you honestly think that we care so little for you we’ll let that man continue to harass you!” He exclaimed low and violently into Omi’s face. “He’s abused his privileges here Omi. He’s got no one second guessing him, no one watching his work! Hell, if I didn’t know you as well as I do I’d wonder if he were fucking you when you went.”

Slap!

Omi’s swing stung his cheek, and he took a moment to slowly close his eyes and exhale before turning back to the boy. He needed to get his anger in check before he said something else he’d regret. “I apologize.” He said before meeting Omi’s tear-filled eyes.

“That’s what you think of me. You just clump me in with some stereo type. Think, because I like guys I am screwing anything with two legs, don’t you?” Omi hissed, glaring at him with pain instead of anger swimming behind those tears.

“Of course I don’t.”

“I can’t believe you just said that to me.” Omi whispered, as the tears fell to his cheeks. “When you mean so much to me, to find out-that’s-that’s what you thought all along.”

“Stop it.” He snapped giving Omi a fast hard shake and startling the boy. “Rei came to see me the other night.” Omi’s eyes re-bugged themselves from his head. “He told me he couldn’t stand this anymore, and told me the doc had ordered an enema for you. He’d researched it on the internet. I didn’t even know what it was-and you were going to go through with that?” He whispered keeping Omi firmly in his grasp; his face leaning down so Omi’s nose was inches from his own.

“I could have taken it. It wouldn’t have been that painful.” Omi snarled as though insulted.

“But humiliating. So degrading Omi, that’s what I am talking about.” He whispered, remembering how he listened to the boys researching the enema online. Rei calling into the next room for Omi to come see, and then the silence as both boys read before Omi’s voice shakily, but firmly demanded that sight must be wrong and to find another one. After seven sights backed up the first, Omi cried, and asked to be held because he was scared and didn’t want to go. It was those words that stung him the most. Thee most elementary phrase amongst Omi’s sniffles were the soft whines. The barely inaudible “I don’t waannt to goooo.” that was mixed into his tears. “Come here.” He whispered pulling Omi to his chest and wrapping the boy in a hug.

“No. Let me go.” Omi instantly started shoving him off, so he clamped his arms down. “Stop it! Let me go!” Omi yelled digging his heels into the ground to pull away, before slamming his palms to his chest and shoving. “Stop! Yohji-kun! I don’t want to hug you!”

“Easy.” He whispered, trailing his hand through Omi’s hair before behind his ear and the boy instantly stilled.

“He’s-he’s in love with you as much as he wants to deny it to himself.”


“There has to be a mistake. Why else would he be with you than?”


“That’s not the type of relationship we have. We’re simply together because we’re close, so we won’t be lonely. He’s been in love with you for more than a year now. He talks about you all the time, and I just can’t take it anymore. Not with all this going on. Jesus, I just can’t anymore I just want to see something work out for him so he’s happy and you’re what he wants the most. So, that’s why I am here. I know it’s sudden, and I know this must come as a shock to you-and I know-I know I have no right to ask this of you-or To put this on your shoulders but sir-he’s my friend…and this is what friends do for each other. This is all I can think to do for him so…I am going to give you some suggestions. I am going to ah-tell you some stuff he likes.”


“Jesus.”

“Please! Don’t throw me out. After I say this, I’ll never come to you again-for anything. You’ll never see my face again.”


“…”


“He likes a chocolate chip pancakes with anything, anytime. They’re something he’s crazy for. He likes a-jeans, blue jeans tight about your hips and butt, and then the kind that get looser, the kind like-well like the kind like you wear. He loves your walk-your smile-your voice-everything about you so as far as that goes your fine but. He really just wants to be held. It’s what he asks of me the most sir. He wants to be held.”


“Alright.”


“Oh-and he likes it when you play with his hair. Especially if you draw it back so-like as-so your finger trails behind his ears. And there’s a spot at the base of his spine, once you hit it you’ll know what I am talking about. (chuckle) Take the upper hand when you’re with him, even if that means shoving him around a bit.”


“He’s submissive?” (eyebug)


“Sort of…yeah.”


“You guys aren’t like dom-“


“No, that’s not the relationship we have Mr. Kudou.”


“Alright, and Jesus Rei, call me by my first name.”

“Just take it easy Omi.” He whispered repeating his soft stroke and feeling the boy still with confusion. “Shhh it’s going to be ok.” He said looking down into the soft strands under his chin and catching sight of Omi’s frown. The boy looked mad instead of at peace.

“What. Do you think. Your doing.” Omi hissed up at him, stilling himself as best he could before flashing his eyes at him with hate and pain. “Let go of me like I said Yohji-kun. I am an assassin just like you.” The boy threatened and he instantly released him, foreign to the cold tone before watching Omi stalk from him into the house before the sound of his bedroom door slammed loud enough for him to hear it outside.

He was stunned. Confused. If what Rei had said was true than Omi should have been fine. Should have crumbled into him right than and cried into his chest before basking in the relief his greatest problem had just been solved! Instead Omi seemed insulted, and angered by his attempt and he stood exactly where he had been holding the boy shrouded with confusion and doubt. How could this be? What did he do wrong? He had already made up his mind.

“I meant what I said. You’ll never see me again Mr.-Yohji.”


“It’s fine Rei. In fact you should come around the house more, it’s rude to always have Omi at yours and never you here.” (chuckle)


“T-thanks. Um….Can I ask are…well are-what I mean is….”


“Relax. I’ll make sure he’s fine…I’ll hold him from now on.”

He had already set his goal and decided that he would take Omi and make the boy his. He wouldn’t ask, he wouldn’t share, he had been told the boy was in love with him, and hell if it would bring a bit of joy to his world to pay him some attention so be it. Omi wasn’t a bad guy; no he was a loyal friend, a firm source of amusement for him, and a great conversationalist when not pissed. It made him feel important to know the boy had these feelings for him; that to someone he could mean so much, after destroying so much of himself worth any value. Burying and disconnecting emotions, and normality for his occupation, lying fast, keeping secrets, and remaining cautions when it was clear there was no danger. A real relationship? Impossible. It was impossible to hold a relationship with someone you were constantly lying to. Remaining alone was what he had written himself off to be for quite some time. It was a fact he had come to neither embrace nor reject, for it was fait. A destiny he could either except and move on from, or dwell on with self pity. No. No he had embraced and moved on, so Omi’s love struck blunder brought a smile to the corners of his mouth that had for so long been still. It gave him courage and energy he hadn’t felt in some time; a desire to bring the comfort to this boy that he so honestly deserved. He had forgotten how very nice it could feel to think you were loved by another. He had forgotten how very warm love itself could feel. With all this he would not lie for he had considered the possibility of everything working out and a ‘relationship’ forming between them, and he neither embraced nor rejected that fact as well. For with a little alcohol, or the right person, anything was possible. Suddenly feeling what he hadn’t in so long left him craving a bit more, as though he sat licking his lips before his dessert. The senses return the craving, before the brain can determine just what is wanted.

He turned and head inside and up the stairs right to Omi’s room where he swiftly opened the door without a knock, and startled the boy whom stood at an open dresser drawer with earphones ringing static of blaring music, and red eyes.

“What do you want?” Omi spit, becoming firmer where he stood before roughly slamming in his drawer and ripping his headphones down.

He didn’t answer; instead he calmly shut the door and swiped a pillow off Omi’s floor before depositing it to the bed as he moved along side of it undoing his jacket. Slowly, with out hurry he began working apart each button one by one as Omi watched with wide confused eyes that followed his coat when dropped it to the floor before eye-bugging when he plopped back onto the bed in only his wife beater and jeans beckoning the boy over.

“Is this a joke?” Omi asked trying his hardest to keep his voice steady as it wavered like he might cry.

“No.” He replied honesty, beckoning once again with a flick of his wrist.

“What-whatever Rei told you-it…it wasn’t true!” Omi snapped sounding scared as he simply held his hand out to the boy and let it lay there in the air waiting.

“Come here Omi.” He ordered softly. “I would never joke with you like this. Let’s talk about it all ok.” He whispered beckoning once more as Omi shook his head afraid to get near him, to even touch him in fear the fantasy would shatter that much faster. “Fine.” He said standing abruptly before taking that one sweeping step to the boy and latching onto his arm with an iron grip pulling him to the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Omi yelled latching onto the dresser with his free hand. “I am not getting in that bed with yoU!” Omi cried, finally unable to keep his tears in check and they ran freely now.

“I just want to hold you, and you’re going to let me.” He stated calmly giving the boy a firm yank and Omi’s fighting hand knocked school books to the floor as it held onto the dresser in fear. “What is it!” He snapped turning to the boy frustrated. He was trying his hardest! He knew this was what Omi wanted! What he now wanted! So why! WHY did it have to be so difficult! Why wouldn’t Omi just cooperate! “This is what you want isn’t it?” He yelled giving the boy a firm shake. “If it’s not I’ll walk out that door and never ask you again!”

“NO! NO it’s what I want! More than anything!” Omi cried.

“That let go of the dresser for Christ sake!” He snapped giving the boy a yank and jerking him when his arm didn’t release. “Let it go!”

“No I am scared!” Omi screamed before gasping at his own words and developing a wild blush.

“There is nothing to be scared of.” He whispered. “I am the same Yohji you knew twenty minutes ago Omi. Now Rei told me everything, and I just want to hold you understand. I want to be here for you, but in order for me to do that you have to let go of the dresser. Ok?” He asked gently, watching Omi’s wide teary eyes give a fast nod and he smiled. His grip loosened slightly and he made a tug for the bed before jerking backwards when Omi’s grip didn’t mimic. “Damnt Omi!” He snapped turning his eyes to the boy. Omi was playing with him! How could the boy not understand when he was being so clear! Wearing his heart on his sleeve! Doing everything upfront and as blunt as possible! He didn’t want confusion! He didn’t want lovers spats about what that meant, or which tone was used! He wanted it raw, no questions, no assumptions. This is what he wanted. This is what he was saying! He was clear!

Omi jumped when he threw up a hand in frustrationand turnedfrom him as though he would be struck, and it was then he realized that slapping the boy would have felt great right then. But no, he couldn’t slap his face that was too much, too severe, you never slap someone’s face unless they’ve insulted you beyond belief, forgot to pick up your child and because of that the kid fell into some sort of peril. Then suddenly the ruler on top of some of Omi’s spilled school books caught his eye and the thought maybe he should hit the boy with that rather than his hand but dismissed it. No, too cold, too severe, to…fetishy. So instead he resort to his hand which was still raised and since Omi had reflexively turned from him thinking he’d be slapped, he brought his hand down on the next nicely presented target.

“Ah!” Omi jumped and shot up like a board when he gave the boy’s backside a hard slap before ripping his hand off the dresser and scooping him into his arms like a bride.

“Are you going to hit me?” Omi asked startled but obedient in his arms as he ripped the boys door open and started for his room.

“Not unless you want to be hit.” He answered looking down at the nervous but trusting blue eyes. “But pull another drama queen stunt like that, and I’ll show you how fast I can see through it.” He chuckled using his foot to kick in his door and then shut it before letting Omi’s legs slip to the floor standing the boy along side his bed.

Omi’s eyes shot about his room then, timid but eager to see everything he didn’t usually get to see before turning to the bed and staring at it for a moment as though it were some type of sentence he’d have to carry out.

“I want to undress you.” He whispered stepping up in front of the boy and feeling Omi’s gasp. “Not entirely, but so your more comfortable, and then if you like you can undress me the same way-because then I am going to put you in this bed and hold you.” He muttered leaning his face closer with each word until his uttered hold you allowed him to wiggle his nose against the boys for an Eskimo kiss.

Omi made a small noise, but didn’t protest when he took hold of his shirt and began raising it. “Lift your arms.” He whispered slipping it up over the boys head as he complied before dropping it to the floor. Now he could see Omi’s chest breathing, quickly like he’d been running, but not fast enough to be hyperventilating. The breath was audible running rapidly though the boys mouth before stifling a gasp as he brought two gentle fingers to the boy’s chest and slowly ran them down his stomach and over his belly button to his belt. Omi’s right arm twitched a bit when his fingers bumped the rim of his pants and he stifled a smile as he slowly began working the belt apart before moving to the button of the boy’s shorts. “Relax.” He whispered gently slipping the button through it’s loop and Omi gave a fast nod and deep inhale and exhale as he slowly and teasingly undid the boys fly before guiding the shorts down to Omi’s ankles and stopping for a moment to turn up to the boy with a smile. Omi was simply gasping breath as he stood looking down at him who knelt at his feet; holding most of his pants, his head the perfect height for naughty things. “Are you going to step out of them?” He finally asked more than pleased his plans had this effect.

Upon his words Omi awkwardly pulled his feet from his shorts and stumbled back a bit before struggling to steady himself as though it didn’t happen that way, and he stood up. They’re eyes met and they stared at one another, until he spoke again. “Go ahead, if you want.” He whispered, and Omi raised shaky hands to his chest with a smooth exhale of someone whom had just been granted their greatest want. The boys wondering fingers tips felt like silk examining porcelain, his chest was a work of the gods. Every crevice the boy wanted to find and memorize, so in his bed late at night he could recapture his body by drawing his finger about a pillow. Omi drew his fingers about his buttons, his breast pocket, down most of his stomach and began trailing to his back before he brought his hands to the boys and took them in his. “Omi. I just want to hold you.” He said gently and the boy’s eyes flew first to the floor ashamed with his actions before hesitantly to the first button, which he struggled with and argued with and tried desperately to undo with quivering hands before he assist. Guiding the boy’s fingers to each button and merely holding them as he undid them himself before allowing his shirt to fall to the floor about Omi’s shorts. “Come.” He whispered when he moved forward and Omi took a step back to give him more room. “Stay still.” He smiled looping an arm about the boys back before under his knees and once again scooping him into his arms with but a gasp from the boy himself.

Gently he laid Omi back into his bed, a bed of magnificent proportions sparing none in pillows and blankets. Without adjusting a thing three were already placed behind Omi’s head and the boys hair fluffed out into them as gently as the feathers inside them. Once he tucked the boy in, drawing over his thin spindly legs and boxers a soft cotton sheet, before tossing his chenille throw to the boys bare top because it was soft and cuddly he walked around to the other side of the bed, dropped his jeans and climbed in as well. Omi had been watching him, with wide eyes that glistened a bit with the warm light of the sun. His curtain was drawn half way, and this light was the best, for is caressed their bodies making them smooth, sleek, and desirable, but shroud their facial expressions with mystery.

He slid into the blankets tucking, and adjusting with familiarity for his own bed, as Omi quickly slid to his side and remained on his back until he threw his arm about the boy’s middle. Omi rolled to his side, snuggling to his and snuggling his forehead from the side of his body to the top of his chest where he felt the boys lips become active. Ghosting gentle kisses up his skin before becoming hard and hungry, sucking in his flavor with each puckered affection as each hand became active kneading and squeezing his body as though Omi wished to devour him entirely, and leave only a memory and satisfying aftertaste in his stead. “Omi.” He whispered, feeling the rest of the boys body begin to move about as Omi’s kisses trailed farther and farther down his chest. “Omi.” He gently grasped the boy’s arm tugging it upward but Omi’s lithe limb slid from his grasp with a simple wiggle and part of the boy was suddenly climbing between his legs when he wanted nothing more than to hold the boys body to him.

Omi’s waist was still up by his chest, kneeling slightly as his top half began burring itself in his bottom half. “Omi slow down.” He whispered, trailing his hand to grip the back of Omi’s thigh with a squeeze in hopes to get the boys attention but all he got was a hum of appreciation and a small wiggle of Omi’s backside. “Hey.” He chuckled running his hand up to cup a cheek and squeeze gently with appreciation for Omi’s firm muscles but soft supplements of meat.

“Just relax Yohji.” Omi whispered.

“I am relaxed.” He answered seconds before he felt fingers wiggling inside his boxers attempting to draw them down. He jumped a bit startled and his hand instinctively brought itself down against Omi’s pert backside with a rather hard Pat stilling the boy. He brought his other hand to the boy’s hair, running through it in an attempt to nudge the boy back up by him but the contact made Omi begin again and faster. Pat.

“Ammm.” Omi hummed in appreciation of the second blow and he frowned pulling his hand off the boys backside and taking hold of both his elbows pulling his hands up and bringing the boys face from the sheets between his legs to his own.

“Shh lay down.” He hushed ignoring Omi’s flushed face as he practically pushed the boy to lie back into the bed. “I don’t need anything Omi.’ He whispered.

“Yohji-kun I can’t…I don’t have anything else to offer cause-

“I don’t want an offering.” He cut in. “I just want to hold you.” He repeat, turning his body to spoon the younger boy whom rolled with him before ducking his face into his shoulder as he wrapped the small shoulders and arms in his grasp. “I want you to feel safe, and to know that I am serious. You’re mine now.”

“I want to be yours.” Omi whispered snuggling into him before running his hand over his and kneading into it. “I want you to hold me.” Omi whispered leaning his head back into his neck and breathing his words up into the dim room. “I want you to touch me.” Omi continued sliding his hand down to the rim of the boy’s boxers. “Do what you want with me. I want to be yours.” Omi breathed arching his back slightly so his soft backside brushed up against the slight problem Omi’s hands had caused between his legs. “I trust you’re being serious with me Yohji-kun.” Omi whispered as he felt his fingertips rubbing the boys skin above his boxers before weaseling into them slightly. Omi’s breath quickened dramatically once his fingers had slipped past the elastic rim and he sought out the soft pubic hair surrounding Omi’s active participant.

“Tonight all I want is to hold you.” He muttered drawing his hand back before Omi’s slapped over it.

“Rei told you everything? You said. That’s what happened? He told you everything?” Omi asked, gasping his words out with his breath.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Than you know. You know how long I’ve waited for this day. You know how many nights I’ve fantasized of your touch. You know how many times Rei has been you to me.” Omi breathed turning to him with pleading eyes and he was quiet for a moment.

“He didn’t go into details.” He finally answered but Omi wasn’t discouraged.

“Yohji you can hold me for the rest of your life, for the rest of my life I’ll have it no other way, but for tonight. If you don’t lay your hands on me I’ll die.” Omi hissed eyeing him with both submissive begging, and a firm underlining threat.

“Nobody likes a drama queen.” He smiled, leaning down to the boy’s lips, which eagerly opened for him before laying a soft kiss on the pudgy little nose. “I’ll touch you, but you’re not allowed to cover your mouth. I want to hear every subconscious beg.” He smiled, whispering his terms into the boy’s ear with hot breath and making Omi squirm next to him.

“K-Ken and Aya-kun will hear!” Omi pant arching his hips upward as his hand lay motionless about the elastic waistband.

“So be it.” He hissed into Omi’s ear, before flicking his tongue out and curving it about the side quickly.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” Omi pant, before he even had his hands into the boy’s pants. “Take them off. You’re not going to take them off me?” Omi breathed, rocking his hips as he tugged at the sensitive strands of the boy’s pubic hair and let his finger stroll down along the boy’s sacks.

“Nope.” He whispered.

“Well-take-take hold of me. Come on what are you waiting for. You’re teasing me.” Omi breathed as he ran a finger down the boy’s length quickly watching Omi jam his eyes and bite his lip to stay quiet. “Oh god. Why are you teasing me? Why. What have I done?” Omi rambled. “Do it. Come on. I am ready. I am dying here. I am dying, it feels like I am dying.”

“You’re so talkative in bed.” He chuckled drawing a few fingers down the length again and feeling Omi’s hips spaz as he whined into the dark. “Now it’s time for you to tell me all your dirty little secrets Omi.” He whispered, feeling the boy shake his head as he ran yet another finger up the member to the precum and captured a bit. “Why not?” He chuckled as Omi’s breath hitched for a moment before coughing.

“You’ll think I am the biggest pervert of all time I-ahhh.” Omi groaned when he let his thumb, and only his thumb meet the top of Omi’s penis and rub into the collecting dew. “Take hold of me! Do it please! Why are you torturing me? I am dying!” Omi snapped trying to aim his hips into his hand the best his could.

“Tell me what I can do to make this the best you’ve ever had.” He whispered.

“Take hold of me!”

“Nope. Not until you tell me everything.” He snickered, quite enjoying himself as he held onto the boy. Omi’s body felt like fire, the heat from him was radiating into the room and making it hot. The soft fluffy hair adorning the boys head was becoming sweaty, and limp as he ran his right hand down Omi’s backside to entice him to talk and the boy twitched hard.

“Ok! Ok! Ah…take hold of me.” Omi pant nodding continuously and he let his hand creep up to the warm large member before slowly, and teasingly wrapping around it. “Ahhh ha ha ahh god oh god ok-ok god-ok molest me. Molest me with your right hand!” Omi pant as he slowly drew his left up the boy’s shaft and down again before registering the meaning and his right hand gave the boys right cheek a hard squeeze. “Oh god! Like that! Harder! Rough, be mean to me.”

“Mean?” The word caught him off guard a bit and his hands slowed.

“Yes, do whatever you want! Take it out on me! Make it hard! Do it Yohji-kun! You can! I like it! I deserve it, tell me that.”

“Tell you?” He asked stroking the boy at a nice even pace as Omi fought for enough air to talk to him.

“Yes say it, into my ear like you were. I liked that. That’s hot. Tell me as you do it. Make me beg you to stop. Am I bad? Do I deserve this? I do. I do!

“Jesus you’re a drama queen in bed too.” He chuckled giving the boy a quick couple of pumps so he wouldn’t get scolded for saying that. “You deserve this?” He huffed, breathing his words into Omi’s ear like the boy asked and he got a series of grunts and whines as he continued beating the boy off. “You’ve been asking for it all week in fact.”

“Oh god! For the last two years!” Omi cried before twitching when he let his right hand playfully, but firmly slap the boy’s backside again.

“Don’t interrupt me.” He breathed.

“Your good at this! Yohji-kun!” Omi cried laughing a bit with excitement though the excessive humping he was just keeping under control.

Slap “Oh! Ok I am sorry! I won’t! Oh good, faster! Please do it harder!” Omi whined as he smiled and let his right hand squeeze the boy’s cheeks as hard as he wanted, harder than he ever would have without the encouragement, but Omi floored in his hand. Getting wild, breathing harder and harder, he let his hand knead and grip both cheeks before singling out a finger and brining his hand to the boys mouth. Omi took it eagerly sucking and biting at it until he took it away and let the boy get more air through his mouth.

He brought that hand back down to Omi’s backside and the boy arched away teasingly earning himself another slap that caused a pleasure filled groan to escape into the darkness. He eased that finger to the boy’s entre then, beating him faster on the other side. “I am sore! I Am sore! It will hurt!” Omi suddenly yelled wiggling where he was held. “Be careful! Please! Be easy on me! Yohji, please I am begging you!

“I don’t have to do it.” He whispered instantly pulling his finger away and beginning a soothing caress of the boy’s backside to calm him.

“No I want you to do it. I like it. Do it easy though-easy.” He brought his finger back to the boys backside as Omi drew his legs up along his left hand. “Easy, easy, easy.” Gently he touched the sore skin before pressing his finger inward slightly. “Easy! Oh!…Feels good!” Omi quickly encouraged when he stopped and he decided this was as far as he would take it. “Oh my god! Oh my god, oh god.” Omi pant repeatedly as he thrust his finger in and out beating the boy off faster and harder as Omi wiggled and pant until finally screaming a release and falling limp in his arms panting.

“Good boy.” He breathed, slowly dragging Omi’s cum filled shorts down his legs before bringing them up and wiping the boy off with them. Working them between his legs and down his member several times earning himself some sort of whimpered sound from the exhausted boy before he tossed them over the side of the bed. “See. That’s why I left them on.” He whispered, turning the boy to face him on his side and laying a possessive hand on his backside to keep them snug.

“That was amazing.” Omi smiled to him half asleep.

“You were so loud.” He chuckled, proud he was that good.

“Oh god. Was I?” Omi cringed. “I hope I didn’t say anything real embarrassing, I don’t remember anything I said.” The boy whispered laying his head on his chest and sighing.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, just go to sleep.” He breathed more content than he could remember and Omi snuggled into him, before kissing his chest again.

“Good night Yohji. You’re going to keep me right?”

“Of course.” He chuckled turning to the boys sweat drenched strands of hair and kissing. “Don’t you worry about it. Sleep as long as you like here with me.”


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Yeaaah! I hope everyone liked it! Omi and Yohji really start hitting it off now, so make sure you pop back for my next chapter, it\'s one of my favs. Chapter 6: Fast Slapping Love. See you all Soon! ja