Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Ta-da!! Part 2 and even more Ken/Omi cuteness. I adore writing these two!! Omi is so fun to write, especially if you make him a tease...**wink** Enjoy!!
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“A killer can not love.” But still, when he looked back at the door, his eyes were softer. Omi softly breathed out his last question.

“But you want him to love you…” it was more of a statement than a query, and Aya’s hand tensed before lifting off of the younger boy’s shoulder. Aya looked down at him, amethyst boring into him. Aya didn’t say a word, didn’t nod or raise an eyebrow, but Omi smiled. Aya’s eyes practically screamed yes.

The door opened again, and Yohji breezed inside, smelling of cigarette smoke. Aya was instantly cold again, burying himself in his work. Omi gave the redhead a lingering glance.

“Anyone call for me, Chibi?” Yohji asked, ruffling the younger blonde’s hair again. Omi sighed and glared at the playboy. Yohji wore his typical tight jeans with an azure blue long-sleeved top that only reached his waist. The jeans were slung below his hips. Omi smirked and went about cleaning the counter nonchalantly.

“Some woman did…she wants her pants back.” Yohji stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing, clapping him on the shoulder. The older blonde took the rag and cleaner from Omi and shooed him.

“Aya will glare me to death if I don’t close up today like I’m supposed to.” He glanced over at the tense redhead. “Now you run along and play, Chibi. You had a hard day at school today.” Yohji winked and Omi obediently trotted back down the hall.

An arm shot out of Ken’s room and dragged the young assassin inside.


Yohji looked out of the corner of his eye at Aya, who was finishing up his last arrangement of the day, ready for delivery tomorrow. The redhead had tucked his eartails back and was glaring ineffectually at whatever flower refused to bend to his iron will. Abruptly he looked up and caught the blonde eyeing him. His eyes flamed with lavender death, and Yohji turned away again, sighing under his breath. The atmosphere became tense as both worked. Aya finished and was cleaning up his area as Yohji counted the money they had in the register. The air was heavy and uncomfortable. Yohji thought that perhaps he should say something, anything, about what had happened earlier in the day. He wanted to say something, but it was all too probable that Aya had already blocked out the memory, and he would just be glared at again.

Aya took his time cleaning, although he could barely stand to be in the shop at the moment. The silence was thick with tension. He wished for anything to break it, whether it be Yohji dropping change or something breaking in another room, anything would work. But nothing happened. Aya was fighting himself again. A voice inside of him was crying out for him to talk to Yohji about what happened earlier. Maybe Yohji would try and kiss him again. Maybe Yohji would tell him he loved him and teach him how to love him back. Aya ruthlessly suppressed the voice.

‘Kudou Yohji is an eternal playboy. He’s not the type to fall in love with one person. He also dates women.’ The voice, desperate to be heard, screamed out that Yohji had almost kissed him earlier. ‘Yohji was teasing, like he always does. He just tried to take it a step too far this time. It meant nothing.’ The part of him quailed at that statement, so he thought it again, pain welling up inside him like blood from a wound. Suppressing that as well, he finished cleaning, and left the shop for the solitude of his own room.



That night Ken and Omi made dinner, working around each other with the ease of long practice. The only difference was that now, occasionally Omi’s hand would “accidentally” brush against the back of Ken’s neck or his chest when Omi had to reach around him for something. Ken’s hand would “accidentally” make contact with the blonde’s jean-covered ass when he walked by or he’d “accidentally” get something on the other boy’s face or neck that Omi had better let him lick off before it dried.

When Ken had abducted Omi into his room, the young assassin had found himself engulfed in a fiery kiss. He was pressed against the door with Ken’s mouth devouring his own. Scenes from so many dreams had bombarded the blonde’s memory, that he had been forced to pulled away, breathless. In between kisses, he had managed to convey the general idea of his and Aya’s conversation, without giving away quite how desperate the other man was for the older one’s attentions. The two hadn’t left Ken’s room until they heard two sets of footsteps, one going up the stairs, and one going past the door and into the next room, the door thudding closed.

When they exited, they both looked at each other, wide-eyed. They could practically see the tension radiating from Yohji’s room, and the ice around Aya’s door. The air was still thick with the vile feeling. Omi smirked and leaned up to whisper in Ken’s ear.

“Sexual tension, ne Ken-kun?” He licked the shell of Ken’s ear before dashing off toward the kitchen, squealing when Ken lit out after him.

It took them twice as long to make anything, because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Finally, after Omi had done most of the cooking, and Ken had done most of the making a mess, they set four heaping plates of chicken fettucini alfredo on the table. Ken dipped a finger in alfredo and swiped it across Omi’s cheek.

“Let me get that,” he said smirking, and leaned in to lick the sauce off Omi’s cheek. But the blonde moved at the last minute, parting his lips and opening his mouth, and caught Ken’s lips and tongue with his own. Ken turned them both and backed Omi up until the younger boy was against the kitchen counter. He leaned over, Omi moving with him, until the lithe boy was bent backwards over the counter, Ken pressed on top of him. The kiss was deep and searing, and Omi’s hands scrabbled at Ken’s shirt until he had untucked it. His hands slid underneath the fabric to caress smooth skin, and they smoothed up the older boy’s back.

“What smells so good?” Yohji sauntered into the kitchen and his jaw dropped. Ken and Omi were bent over the counter, and had obviously been locked in a heated embrace. Now both boys were looking at him, wide-eyed and breathing hard. Yohji noted with some satisfaction that Omi had his hands up underneath Ken’s shirt.

“So I take it the Chibi was interested after all?” Omi looked up at Ken, who flushed slightly and nodded, moving off of the blonde boy. Omi fixed a stare on Yohji as the older man moved towards the table and food. “Yeah, Omi, I knew. Ken told me he—that’s alfredo sauce on your cheek, right?” Omi sputtered and wiped his cheek with his fingers, glaring at the white sauce on their tips. Ken laughed and sat Omi beside him at the table.

“Aya-ku~~n! Dinnertime!!” Omi called cheerfully, licking the alfredo off his fingers as Ken watched, entranced. The brunette looked up to see Yohji grinning cockily at him and made a face. Then the door closed upstairs and Aya descended the stairs gracefully. The room immediately turned tense as Yohji turned and looked at the redhead. Aya seemed to exude menace this evening, yet if he noticed the only chair left for him was next to Yohji, he didn’t bat an eyelash.

TBC...
Aren\'t they cute? Talk to me, people! :)

~Tareacel