**DISCLAIMER!!!** I own nuthin except my weird thoughts. Don't kill me, cuz I only wrote this to get the idea of a Dom Omi over a Sub Aya out of my head. It's all because my friend brought up this plot bunny!!! **wails** So leave Yohji alone! ::hides::

Fan Service

            "Yohji. Psst. Yohji" Omi stuck his head into the Weiss playboy's room. For once the dirty-blond was sleeping alone and in his own bed. Yohji snorted under his blanket and snuggled in deeper, totally immersed in his own dream world.

            "Yohji. Hey, I'm going to borrow your stuff okay?" Omi stepped lightly to Yohji's closet and pulled it open. The older Weiss thrust his head up from the pillow when he heard the loud creak of the closet door.

            "What the- Omi?" The 19 year old waved at him.

            "I'm just borrowing some things. I'll have them back by tomorrow morning"

            "Huh? Oh, okay." The sleepy Yohji really didn't care much for an in-depth conversation at that very moment. He was cold and stupid Ken had kicked his soccer ball into the heater too hard again, meaning the house had no heat. This would usually be fine for everyone else, if only Yohji didn't have a habit of sleeping in boxers only. Personal choice was personal choice, but freezing your butt and other parts off was definantly out of the question for Kudou Yohji. He dove back under the blanket and Omi helped himself to Yohji's stash of clothes, booze, and accessories to go with the first two.

            "Thanks Yohji," he whispered as the boy left the room with a box in his arms.

            "Mmmph." He quietly shut the door.

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            Yohji ran his hands through his hair then pulled on a form-fitting black v-neck. He was groggy but still conscious and clearly remembered Omi coming in to borrow something.

            "Weird. Coming in here in the dead of the night getting clothes. Kids these days." He shook his head and jumped up and down a little to get his blue jeans on his thin form. Moving to close his closet door, he stopped and frowned.

            Yohji had an excellent memory when it came to girls, alcohol, and exactly what clothes he owned. He shuffled through his shirts, pants, and jackets and his forehead furrowed.

            "That's weird. Nothing's missing. What did he take then?" His eyes fell down to a little empty spot on the floor, where something had been obviously removed. His eyes grew wide and he dashed outside to go pound on Omi's door. The door swung open though and it was obvious to the green-eyed man that Omi hadn't been in his own bed that night. Wandering back down the hall to his room, he was still contemplating whether or not what he was thinking was even possible when a sign on Aya's door caught his eye. Scribbled in pen was "Do not disturb!" in Omi's writing.

            Yohji was still standing there in shock when Ken came out of the shared bathroom toweling off his hair.

            "Oi! Yohji-kun. What's wrong with you?"

            Yohji swallowed hard and looked at his with eyes of horror, shock, and 100% pure disbelief.

            "Umm. In terms of S&M, would you consider Omi a dom or a sub?"

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