Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hi everyone!! My last day of classes was today! :) To celebrate...here\'s an update! (Yes, I know it was due anyway, hush and let me be happy.) Thanks again to my reviewers! I\'m glad everyone likes the way I have these two paired up. You happy few light up my life! And now....let the slight tartness begin!! :)
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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. All four assassins began to eat, and the room was still until Ken jumped in his chair, a squeak issuing from around a mouth of pasta and chicken. The other three looked at him strangely. Ken swallowed.

“Bit my tongue,” he said as he unsuccessfully tried to remove Omi’s hand from his thigh. As the four went back to eating, Ken swore a small smile was playing around Omi’s lips. The hand twitched, then curled and slid until Omi’s fingertips were softly caressing the inside of his thigh. ‘That little bastard.’ Ken ate furiously, attempting to remove himself from the situation, but Omi worked faster, fighting Ken’s other hand all the way up to the crotch of his jeans. Ken was shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate, watched in fascination by the older two men, as Omi continued to eat at a normal pace and in silence.

Omi’s fingers were softly stroking the growing bulge in Ken’s jeans. He snuck a look at the older boy from the corner of his eye and saw the panicked look on the brunette’s face as he raced to finish his meal before Omi finished him off. The younger boy mentally smirked and curved the whole of his hand around strained denim. His arm was bent at an absurd angle, but it wouldn’t be for long. He felt Ken’s hips push gently against his hand and squeezed gently. The hips pushed against him harder and Ken’s breath caught as he took his last bite. Then he shoved himself away from the table with a “s’cuzme” and darted into his room. Omi sat at the table, eating quietly, a look of innocent curiosity on his face. Aya looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Omi held his gaze and raised his own brow right back, but a slight smirk was indeed playing upon his lips this time.

“Omi.” Yohji was looking at him. The young blonde looked at him blankly, swallowed and cocked his head. Yohji chuckled and quietly applauded the younger assassin. “Well done. I don’t know what you did, but well done!” Aya looked over at his green-eyed teammate.

“You knew about this?” It was the first thing he’d said to Yohji since the incident earlier that day. It came out accusatory. The elder blonde sighed.

“Yes, Aya. I knew about it. Ken had mentioned something to me before.. and then I walked in on them.. uhm…kissing, right before dinner.” Yohji smirked. “Omi seems to have a powerful gift for riling Ken up.” The younger boy blushed prettily and cleared away his and Ken’s dishes. He noticed Aya was still glaring at Yohji, who was smirking.

“What’s wrong, Aya? Didn’t you know? Our little teammates have little crushes on each other.” Aya turned back to his dinner stiffly.

“Omi had informed me of his side of it.” Yohji laughed heartily and stood, coming over to ruffle Omi’s hair again.

“This is great. Both of you two thought it was one-sided, huh?” Omi nodded before pulling away.

“Ja ne, Aya-kun, Yohji-kun. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.” He stepped towards Ken’s door and turned again, flashing the two older assassins a brilliant grin before knocking on it and opening it. He disappeared inside.

Yohji smirked. “Going in to finish what he started, no doubt. Kuso, who ever thought our little Omi would grow into such a little seducer?” Aya gave a noncommittal grunt as he finished his meal and cleared the table. Yohji stretched and grinned. “Well I know two assassins who are going to have a good night tonight. As for me, I’m going out so I don’t have to listen to the Chibi scream.” Aya was silent as the room filled with tension again. Yohji turned to go into his room when he heard Aya give a barely audible sigh. He turned to see the redhead standing by the sink, piled with dishes, staring absently out the window. Something pulled at Yohji that felt suspiciously like what had led him to almost kiss Aya earlier that day.

“Come with me, Aya.” He said.

At the gentle tone of voice, no longer humorous, Aya turned to look at the blonde. Yohji’s emerald eyes locked with his, silently entreating. Aya’s heart leapt and began to beat faster, and he looked hesitantly away from Yohji. The playboy was definitely not teasing right now. He wanted Aya to join him tonight.

Yohji was going through hell. It seemed like an eternity since he had asked. Aya had turned slowly, looking mildly surprised. The redhead’s eyes bored into him, and he could see indecision shimmering in them. ‘Come on Aya…what’s holding you back?’ He had poured as much sincerity as he could into the plea, knowing Aya didn’t trust him. The amethyst eyes looked away, but Yohji could still see the yearning shining in them. Aya wanted to go, he knew it!

“Aya, please?” He said, his voice cracking with the intensity of the soft appeal. The gemstone eyes locked with his again, and Yohji had the sinking feeling the other man was going to say no. At that instant, a rather high-pitched shriek came from Ken’s room, followed by a lot of giggling. Their eyes never left each other.

“All right, Yohji.” Aya said softly.




Omi had been pounced upon from behind the moment he entered Ken’s room. He twisted in Ken’s arms and met the brunette’s lips halfway as they crashed together. Ken’s hands were all over him as they kissed, sliding over his cheeks, neck, shoulders and back before slipping under his light blue shirt and caressing smooth skin. The brunette was amazed at the feeling of Omi’s muscles working under his hands as the younger boy’s hands explored over Ken’s own body as well. Omi was by far the least developed, muscle-wise, of all of them. At least, to the casual observer it looked that way. Ken’s hands painted a different picture as they scaled up a leanly muscled back and stroked down to boyish hips. Omi was feathering his fingers over his spine and driving him insane. He picked up the blonde and walked the few feet to his bed, where he deposited him and swooped down upon his teammate. Omi shrieked happily, then giggled as Ken attacked his neck with feather-soft kisses.

Omi was delirious with happiness. Ken was roving all over his body, caressing and kissing, and allowing him to do the same. He certainly didn’t see him as a little brother anymore. Omi lifted his body accommodatingly as Ken slipped his shirt off.

Ken dropped a kiss on those intoxicating lips and propped himself up to look down at his lover. A few random scars were scattered over Omi’s torso, evidence of their line of work, but other than those, the skin was a light, flawless peach, flushed a faint pink. Ken traced the soft lines of lean pectoral muscles and Omi giggled again. His stomach tensed as Ken’s fingers traveled down the center of his abdomen, and Ken traced the soft indents of abdominal muscles. A sparse trail of blonde led down into Omi’s jeans, and Ken licked his lips. He looked up into Omi’s smiling blue eyes again.

“Christ, Omi…you’re hot.” He ran his fingers over the younger boy’s stomach again as Omi blushed. “When did you get these?” His fingers slid over the gentle rise of ab muscles again. Omi shrugged and stroked Ken’s arm. The brunette leaned over and kissed him again, his fingers moving up to a pink nipple and tweaking it. Omi yelped into his mouth and Ken pulled back, smirking. Suddenly Omi sat up as well, his eyes focused on Ken’s clothed chest. He reached out and tugged at the brunette’s shirt.

“Off.” Ken grinned and hastily complied. Omi stared at the muscles he already knew were there. Ken’s soccer days had developed and honed them years before he had even become an assassin. The brunette was the most heavily muscled out of all of them, and Omi had to stop himself from drooling. Ken’s skin was glowing bronze in the rosy light from the setting sun, with dramatic shadowing amplifying his powerful body. Omi ran slender fingers reverently over the swell of a pectoral muscle, noting the shiver that ran through Ken’s body.

Omi pushed Ken back against the pillows and straddled his knees, leaning over the older boy’s body to get a good look. He ran his fingertips over Ken’s chest again, then traced down the vertical line that divided the bronze body.
Ken tensed and choked back a laugh. Omi smirked.

“You’re ticklish.” Ken made to sit up, but Omi pushed him back again and turned his eyes to the noticeable six-pack that adorned Ken’s abdomen. Omi knew he was drooling now as he traced each ridge of muscle, stopping when his fingers reached the waistline of Ken’s jeans. He stared back up the expanse of bronze that suddenly moved, sat up, and then Omi found himself flat on his back again, looking up at Ken’s ceiling, then at Ken himself as the older boy moved to cover him again. Ken planted an elbow on each side of Omi’s shoulders, the rest of their bodies touching, and braced himself on his arms as he leaned down and kissed the blonde again.

TBC.....

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~Tareacel