Endless Weiß
Standard disclaimers apply!

Part 1
One slanted brown eye cracked open, wincing at the blurry sight of Weiss' red-headed leader untying his apron and the flood of early morning sunlight invading the shop as he was hurled a piece of ruffly-edged fabric. The freshly-pressed apron had promptly landed over his head and he cast it aside, keeping it a good distance from his reach. Aya scowled and stood before the counter, arms crossed for a while before grabbing the apron and shoving it to his face, taking the hint that he was not going to put it on anytime soon without prodding.
"Put this on. Now."
Ken grumbled something in his arm, not wanting to stare death in the face today. Atleast not while he was still half-dreaming. Aya's stern, impatient voice kept with him, apron implanted on is forehead with a grunt. "I'll have you know it's after twelve Ken."
"Yare, yare…" Was it? Oh yeah, he was late for his shift.
When he finally lifted his chin Aya was at the door, one foot out and apronless, obviously not going to explain where he was hiding into, again.
Great, Ken huffed; he was stuck in the boring flower hell alone… shit. As soon as the redhead was out of sight he nestled his head back on his arms and sighed heavily, going back to sleep.


The little bells jingled over the flowershop door, footsteps lightly easing their way in. Ken shifted in his seat, shutting out the unexpected noise, when suddenly cold fingers groped the sides of his face, chilled skin jolting his with startling electricity. He let out a high-pitched yelp, jumping in his seat as giggles poured from behind him,
"Konnichiwa!"
Ken shook his head, face buried in hands to wipe away the stinging numbness and the embarrassment, before grasping a fleeing, chuckling Omi into his reach to punish the boy. By tickling, of course.
"You little…! Cold are you?" Omi flailed helplessly as he was tickled, before melting into a limp puddle of defeat.
"Hidoi! Ken-niichan I give up!"
Omi fell in a gutless heap in Ken's arms, wiping away at watery eyes as the older boy finally gave in and stopped the tickling. He was simply holding him now, arms still clenched almost possevely over Omi's waist. Omi leaned towards him, sighing softly,
"I brought you something niichan." Omi reached for his fallen backpack sideways, careful not to break the contact.
"Oh?" Awkward hands starting to numb over T-shirt clad skin, slowly dragging the cloth upward to reveal patches of Omi's flat stomach as the boy moved. He felt light-headed, and husked at his ear, savoring the shampoo-drifted fragrance. "Will I like it…?"
Omi bit on his lower lip, peering into his bag with serious intent. "Hai!"
Ken tried to pull the bag away but Omi shifted, rubbing against his groin. He moaned inwardly, hands pushed away at the heavy load on his lap before his arousal became evident to the oblivious boy.
"Ah! Here it is!" Omi pulled out a small box proudly, handing it over to Ken. He caught it absently, fumbling with the top of the carton. It was a simple white box, English letters written all over. It looked dangerously familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere, like in Yoji's room…
His other hand dipped into the rim of denim shorts as he tried to maneuver Omi away from his groin, tingly sensations burning inside when he didn't find the matching elastic underneath. Omi was, was wearing… "No underwear?"
Ken's heartbeat tripled, breathing a tedious obligation. The present, the *presents*. So this was Omi's game, coming here ready and armed with… No, of course not! The young innocent wouldn't, ever! It was impossible! Improbable! Incredible…
He finally flipped up the cover and extracted the contents, finding a slender oval, gold-foil covered stick barely the size of his pinky. He lifted it to his face, bewildered, before gazing at the expectant blue eyes. He'd heard of a glue stick, but *this*?
"Omi, what is this?" he asked, without another thought.
Omi retrieved the box and lifted it to Ken's line of sight. "Imported dark chocolate." He announced proudly. "It's got kirsh inside! I thought you might like it."
Ken stared at the token, dumbstruck. This was it? He felt his erection simply *weeping*.
Maybe chibi Omi really was too young to runstart a smoldering innuendo like that, but when he heard the words… Ken groaned. He let his libido get the best of him again; quickly he pushed it back into his groin and threatened to scold it later.
"Why? What did you think?" Atleast Omi wouldn't get the situation. "Don't you like it?"
Ken stifled a frustrated remark and let himself soften a bit, tousling baby-fine hair with a little more gusto to divert his embarrassment. "Ah, it must cost you a lot. Thank you." You could've done much better though, for free.
Omi smiled sweetly, closing the latch of his bag. "I didn't buy it. A friend gave it to me."
Ken smiled back, appreciating the display of sunshine from his boy, when the thought hit him. A thin brow rose. "Eh?"
Omi nodded. "Yup. My classmate. I just talked to him a while ago."
Ken quelled the barrage of queries stampeding at his throat, feigning casual indifference. "A boy in school?"
Omi pushed himself up the counter to sit himself by one of Ken's arrangements. He had started fussing with some loose petals here and there, making the product more presentable. "He's a new student. I was assigned to show him around since we're seatmates."
Lips quirked. "Oh. He's thanking you with this piece of chocolate." Containing alcohol. From Belgium. In a gold foil wrap. Shaped like a… God dammit calm down Kenken! He could feel Yojiesque thoughts burning at the back of his mind.
Omi shrugged. "Yeah, he does it all the time. He even bought me some ice cream last week."
Now Ken gasped. Imported sweets packaged like expensive lubricant, fine. But ice cream?!? Some hormonal teeny-bopper had given his Omi *ice cream*? Patience bedamned! As experience had taught him giving a young boy ice cream was an act of extreme immoral intention. Why, he himself had been plied with the stuff way back when he and Yoji first met…
Omi let out a little yelp as Ken snatched him from the counter, brown assassin gaze locking into his eyes. Steam was practically seething between gritted teeth. "Who is this kid?" This bastard, this idiot, this, this, shotakon hentai!!!
Omi blinked, answered, then blinked again. "Duo-kun?" The heated cringe on Ken's pout clued him in, and Omi's eyes widened, violet rose petals hanging unchewed at the edge of his mouth. "Is something wrong?"
Ken sputtered, anger dying a quick, indignant death. Him? Hidaka Ken, a first-class lethal assassin, jealous of a little boy? Omi never particularly said he was but he knew what that had meant, if only to himself. "No!" was all he could spout off.
Omi brightened, eyes disappearing in the wide-smiled face. "Mochiron. He's really nice. You'll like him."
Ken scowled, the incident of their first meeting flashing in his head. /I'll bet./ Strangely there was no one else in the narrow alley at the time and…
Soft hands brushed against his cheek before Omi wriggled free from his grasp. "I have to change Ken-niichan. I'll be back right away." He waved back before pouting and pulled at his waist, under the band of his shorts. "And I am wearing boxers! You just pushed em down while you were tickling me!" He pulled the red cotton edge for all the world to see and smirked triumphantly. Ken sweatdropped, knees weakening. "Bii~idah!"
Ken gulped, eyes trailing the slight, giddy young figure walking off, faint red still misting over his sight. He had nothing to worry about, really. Omi wasn't a girl, no matter how pretty he was, how sweet, how attractive and impossibly lithe his body was and how out-of-control he was making Ken's bodily functions perform. Judging from the way Omi reacted to Ouka's death, the way he seemed to like her, it was painfully obvious that the boy would end up straight, straight ahead, and out of reach.
Generous boy didn't have a chance. Neither of them did.


Part 2
Wufei eyed the blackboard stoically, more intent on blocking out the hisses and whispers from his left than listening to the lecture. He kept his grip firmly on the other edge of his table, knuckles strained white as he controlled the urge to whip it across to the restless, braided baka poking at his arm with a pen for the past half-hour. If he kept this up he was bound to gut him soon.
The sliding doors opened, revealing a discomfited, albeit cheerful blond boy carrying folders stacked almost up to his head. The sensei approached him right away, retrieving the hand-outs. "Thank you for photocopying these Omi-kun."
Duo's face was plastered with the stupidest grin, and Wufei thanked Nataku that his other seatmate was finally back. He went back to his notes, hearing the ridiculously loud whisper from his side. "Man I'm glad you're back! I was stuck here forever with Wu-chan, and his hearing's botched!"
Wufei sighed. What an idiot.

The bell rang, boys and girls exploding down the halls, lockers slamming open and close in succession. Omi finished copying the homework and starting fixing his things when a scuffle of feet approached him. "Hey Omi-kun, what are you doing this afternoon? We're just hanging out today. Wanna come?"
Omi turned to see some of his new classmates around him. One of them was as expressionless as Aya, with different undertones, and the other two were smiling. Duo was tugging on his braid, eyes pleading.
Omi smiled back, easily pleased by the friendliness of the new boys. He had never been social at school, or had any friends his age even though everyone was extra nice to him out of sympathy for his lack of parents and the fact that he had the highest grades, the most cheerful attitude, and by far, led in the looks department. Ouka was a rare case, and what had transpired between them wasn't exactly plain friendship. It was just bad he had a shift that afternoon. "Em, gomen Duo-kun. I have work. Maybe some other time?"
Duo's face fell, Quatre's turned curious. "Ne, Omi-kun, where do you go to work?"
Omi reddened a bit, despite his effort not to. This always kept male friends away, the affirmation of suspicions based on his rather feminine looks. "Um, the Koneko no Sumu. It's a… flowershop…"
To his surprise, the mild green eye flickered, turning gentle without a change in expression. Beside him Quatre beamed. "A flowershop? Can we go see?"
Omi blinked. "Honto?"
Duo shrugged, eyes softening towards the blonde's direction. "He likes flowers. God knows why."
Omi shrugged. "I guess Ken-niichan wouldn't mind…"

/jingle, jingle/
"Hey Omi-chan!" A brown haired boy in a soccer jersey crossed the room carrying a pot of soil, quickly laying it down to approach the younger boy. He fisted a small piece of paper in one hand, stopping mid-track when he saw Omi.
/jingle, jingle/
Duo's eyes brightened. Little bells continued to ring in his head, making him feel delirious. On and on it flashed in his mind, *bishounen, bishounen, bishounen*. The boy in observation gave them an easy grin. "Brought some customers?"
Omi smiled back. "Ne, Ken-niichan, these are my classmates. And this is Duo-kun, the one who gave me chocolate yesterday."
Recognition dawned easily, upon hearing the name he had learned despise. Duo-kun? Evil little chibi devils danced around his head, some with purple ears and tails. The Duo-kun. Ken eyed the boy, jaw clenched in a grating smile. The boy was about Omi's age, with long brown hair braided up to his waist and sparkling violet eyes, much like Aya's. Not bad, not bad at all. He ground his teeth harder.
The damnable boy stared at him bemusedly, looking back and then back to him. Before any of them could ask why, his face lit up. "Ne, Omi-kun, he kind of looks like Quatre-chan!"
Duo grinned maniacally, his eyes wandering. The dark hair, with that cut, the eyebrows and jaw and full lips… Hot damn Ken-kun was gorgeous! If Quatre would blossom into this in a few years than maybe he was worth the wait after all!
Ken, on the other hand, was flabbergasted beyond words. Quatre? Who the hell was that? Another ice-cream wielding brat? Surely Omi would never… "You're right! They do!"
Ken fought the urge to groan. Or sob. Duo's smile was starting to unnerve him.
Fighting his guts for docility, his wits won. Ken wiped his hands at his apron and held it out to shake his hands with the boy. Namely to get it over with as soon as possible and get the kids out of the store, leaving Omi alone… with him.
Duo grabbed the offered hand enthusiastically. "Ken right? Why didn't you tell me you had a brother, Omi?"
Omi giggled. "He's not my brother. We're just very close friends."
"Friends?" Duo leered. "Very close?" A hand tugged on his braid before he could continue. He turned back menacingly at both suspects behind him. Trowa stood stoically, face blank. Quatre just looked confused. He pointed an accusing finger at Trowa, more shocked than angry. "Y-you? But you never…"
Omi blinked. "That must've hurt. What happened?"
Ken sweatdropped. "It's nothing Omi-chan, don't mind it."
Before Duo could mutter anything else Trowa muddled in, mainly for Quatre's sake. "I'm Trowa. This here is Quatre" He held out his hand and shook Ken's. Ken smiled, appreciating the solid handshake. Trowa he approved of. He didn't seem raucous at all. But then, so did Crawford…
Quatre also shook his hand, still a bit embarrassed by their comparison. He didn't seem like the florist at all. Ken was so broad-shouldered and much taller and had chocolate brown eyes and was soo~o handsome and… his heart flip-flopped and he felt himself turn a shade redder. Ken beamed. So this was Quatre. He was definitely much more sweet looking and younger than him but the boy was kinda cute. Very cute. In fact he reminded him of…
Omi was about to drag the group to an array of his arrangements when the door jingled open again. He frowned slightly, realizing it was dismissal time so students of all schools and races would be crushing into the store anytime soon. Before he could go off pretending to get something under the counter – and make Ken the only available salesperson they could bother, a low soothing voice filled his ears.
"Yo." Smoke wafted through the shop. Ken was back to his arrangements.
"Oi Yoji do it outside. The customers will be here soon."
Yoji shrugged and blew a curl of white smoke towards his direction, but started for the back door. "Don't be so tight Kenken." He passed behind him, giving the younger boy a casual slap on his rear. Ken promptly sweatdropped and sprayed him with water.
Yoji merely ignored the sprinkle of water on his ear before he caught sight of the group arranged at the other side of the shop around Omi. With a disbelieving gesture he grabbed at Ken's collar, sending tumbling back on the floor. He scowled at Yoji, chagrined.
"You idiot what was that…" A hand clamped over his mouth, the other pointed upwards as Yoji knelt beside him. "I've heard of fangirls, but… fanboys?"
Ken sweatdropped, slapping off Yoji's hand. "Their just his classmates Yoji. Japan isn't that liberated."
"Oh yeah, then why is that braided kid…" before he finished, Ken's head had twisted backwards in a painful looking manner, seeing the spectacle to himself. Duo's left arm was hooked on Omi's waist, fingers deliberately twirling blond strands between them. Brown orbs burst into flames.
Ken stood up, aghast. With assassin fatal stride he stalked the shed with purpose on his step, or as much purpose as he could mutter up. As he approached the group Duo spotted him first.
"What's wrong Ken-kun?" Ken bit his lip, not wanting to cuss in front of Omi. The small blond twirled around with pleading big eyes. "Ken-kun, can they stay for dinner with us?"
Ken's mouth dropped, fury thrown out the window. What? Quatre's voice easily chipped in. "We'll bring food, if it's alright that is."
Both huge blue pools stared at him now, glimmering Ken's biggest fear next to Yoji walking into the bathroom while he was showering – that is, tears. Whenever Omi turned on the pipes Ken would do *anything*, including scourging every 24 hour convenience store in the vicinity for chocolate ice cream at three a.m., just to appease the little darling. He absolutely melted under the threat of two pairs wobbling towards him. Before he could relent he figured out a good excuse.
"Better ask Yoji-kun and Aya-kun first.


Duo rang the doorbell, a huge grin already plastered to his face. Since it was a bit chillier that night he was able to wear his black jacket to complete his usual outfit. Quatre was also in his common outfit, a pink long-sleeved shirt worn with a vest and khakis. Trowa, on the other hand, was in white blouse folded at the sleeves to his elbows and jeans, simply because Duo wanted to see him in something other than a turtleneck for a change. Behind the three was Heero in his usual green tank top, but as Trowa, duo convinced him to ditch the spandex for a black pair of jeans.
The door was opened by a red-haired, stern-faced young man. Duo absolutely beamed. Another one?!?
"You must be Omi's friends."
They all piled in, Gundam roster complete except for Wufei, who protested injustice knowing this would be a yaoi evening. /snicker/. Duo introduced all of them himself.
They entered the small dining area, a round table crammed with eight chairs. Omi was just finishing setting the table and Yoji stood by the window, finishing his cigarette. Ken was nowhere to be found.
After the usual greetings they all settled down, and Ken appeared from the hall. His hair was still wet, obviously given one rough tousle and simply finger-combed. He sat beside Omi, naturally, regardless being beside Duo as well. Actually he intended to sit between them.
They started eating, marveling at the meal Quatre had chosen and paid for, being that the Winner heir had spared no expense in providing a gourmet line-up. Ken was happily stuffing his face with ebi temakis while Quatre and Omi were discussing a school project. Trowa sat quietly the whole time, stealing glances at Quatre whenever Yoji would cut in on the conversation and Heero and Aya seemed to have found common ground for conversation: how to cut a radish so seamlessly that you could put them back together immediately like nothing happened, Himura Kenchin style.
As for Duo, he was *happy*. Four fabulous new *older* bishounen surrounded him and he could almost not decide who was the most attractive, that is, whenever he could pry his eyes off one oblivious, brown-haired florist. The soccer player had actually gotten him quite smitten, making his veins pump with giddy somersaults whenever their elbows or knees would *accidentally* brush against each other. His food was left untouched, much to his every co-pilot's extreme shock, his entire span of attention pouring more and more to this new found young man at his proximity. Hidaka Ken was just so good-looking, so shy, and *so* near.
A horrendous bolt of thunder snapped him out of it, making him squeak an undignifying yelp. Had he been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed that it was raining? Quatre's face clouded.
"Oh no it's getting worse!" He tugged at Trowa's hand by habit and pleaded the stoic pilot for assurances. "If the rain doesn't stop, how are we going to walk home?"
Aya nodded curtly. "There's only one umbrella, and it's in the shop. Yoji will get it."
The oldest in the group sputtered. "Nani? Why me?"
Icy violet turned a fraction narrower. "Because I said so."
"K'so. I'm not taking my baby out there in the rain! You get it!"
"You. Get. It."
"Well I'm taking your car."
"You will not touch my car!"
"Dame! Please, talk about this maturely!" Everyone turned to the thirteen year-od looking sixteen year-old. Aya and Yoji both sweatdropped. Before they could utter another word Omi brightened.
"I know! They can sleep over just for tonight! We're not going to, um, be busy, so why not? I've never had a sleepover before or even had friends over. We can share rooms!"
Ken choked on his wonton, Duo spurring into action by handing him *his* glass.
Big blue eyes started to wobble at the sight of disapproving stares. He immediately turned to the root cause, eyes locking with violet. "Please? I'll stay in the couch if I have to."
The ethereal orbs softened, pressed lips tempted to twitch upward. "You won't have to." He turned a withering gaze to an oblivious Ken, who suddenly swallowed whatever it was locked at his throat for the past few minutes. He still couldn't believe that Aya allowed the boys to come over, and now *this*? Duo had resisted with sheer iron will to pat his back, deciding to give him more to drink instead.
"So you guys gonna stay?" Trowa nodded lightly. He didn't want Quatre catching a cold.
Yoji stood up, grabbing his plate. "Well it's late. We better start turning in." Everyone almost keeled in shock, even the pilots. Was this really Kudou Yoji speaking? He glanced back with a perfectly innocent face. "What? Growing boys need lots of sleep." He gave Omi a little wink and the boy chuckled. Ken all but growled. It was going to be a *long* night.


Part 3
Sleeping arrangements had been made. Both Heero and Aya chose each other for a roommate, inclined to getting silence for the rest of the night. Ken had volunteered to house Duo, much to the braided one's delight, simply to be able to monitor him all night and make sure he kept away from Omi's room at all costs. Then he promptly assigned Trowa to the younger boy's room, just to be sure.
And besides, Yoji had *insisted* Quatre stay in his room.
Everyone was ready for bed, but since Omi had turned the waterworks on Aya, the katana-wielding assassin had them piled in the living room after all their nightly rituals for whatever Omi had planned.
Heero was still in his green tank top, but had slid off the jeans to reveal his more customary spandex. Omi lent Trowa a shirt, which fit properly at the shoulders being that Omi preferred loose clothing at bed, but was slightly too short, revealing a swatch of smooth skin before his navy blue boxers. Duo was wearing a red shirt over his black boxers, grinning madly as Ken sulked his loss in only the crimson pajama bottoms, just accepting it with the fact that he was feeling awfully warm. All the Weiss boys were in pajamas, except for Yoji, who finally strode in the room in a black silk robe.
Ken raised a brow at the outfit. Wasn't it what Yoji wore when… A comfy little blond was walking behind him, in overly large black pajamas folded at the sleeves and ankles. Duo cheered. "Sugoi Quatre-chan, I've never seen you in black!"
Heero sweatdropped.
Omi cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, waving an empty sake bottle in the air. Aya's eyes narrowed. "I don't remember drinking that much during dinner."
Quatre squawked. "I don't drink Aya-kun!" he expressed needlessly, obvious as it was that he could not be the culprit. Heero snorted and Trowa, well, looked around. Yoji shook his hand when the wandering stopped at him. "If I drank it, why would I deny it? I'm the oldest here."
Then the Wing pilot added, "it couldn't have been Duo, or he'd be out by now."
Duo looked like he was going to say something, but smirked instead. His gaze lightly traveled to his left slightly, where a light-headed flushed soccer-player clutched his head and met with dubious stares. "What?"
Omi gasped. "Ken-niichan, you don't drink!"
Ken moaned. "I know. Some baka must've given me the sake while I was choki…" Duo suddenly lept in place, managing to jump while seated, as impossible as that may seem. "Why don't we start Omi-kun!"
Omi blinked, then smiled. "Hai!" Imminent cheer filled his voice and eyes. "We're playing Truth or Dare!"
Ken's eyes broke open. "K'so! No way!" Omi's face fell and he found his resolve dropping. "Er, I mean…"
Yoji eyed Ken's reaction and smirked. "I didn't know you swore Kenken." The chocolate brown slits shot him a fierce glare. "Oh shut up!"
Omi brightened once more a crawled to the center of the circle to place the bottle and spin it. Breaths were held, fists clenching, as the piece of glass twirled in the middle, slowing down to tick, tick, and finally halt at…
"Dare."
Quatre giggled. "Figures!"
Everyone watched the stoic young soldier, expression never betraying what he was feeling at the moment. Duo was particularly staring, biting his lip and then finally exploding into full maniacal grin as he raised his hands wildly in the air. Heero rolled his eyes and suppressed a groan.
The grin was indecent, hands tugging on braid like a man with a plan. "Hee-chan?"
/eyebrow tick/ "Yes?"
"You realize you honor is at stake here…?"
"Yes."
"You know you have to do the dare."
A clipped nod. "Yes."
"Well then," violent eyes glinted evilly. "Strip."
Everyone's jaws dropped, except for Trowa and Aya. Heero's fists had clenched, but he remained unmoved, as if he didn't hear.
Quatre had turned red to his roots. "Duo, mou!"
Duo shrugged. "Why not? He didn't seem to have any second thoughts about stripping Shinigami's parts back when…" He tripped mid-sentence, realizing his slip.
Yoji raised a brow. "Shinigami?"
"Lego structure." Trowa deadpanned. Then his jaw finally found its way to the floor. Heero had already thrown the tank aside and was on his knees, ready to…
"Matte!" Omi had his eyes covered by a quick as lightning Aya, while Quatre had screamed. Ken moaned. "Huh, what's going on…" His eyes widened to saucer size as he realized what Heero was going to do. Duo was just as stunned that Heero actually did it, until…
"How the fuck did you squeeze in boxers under that tight piece of shit!!!"
Heero ignored him completely and spent his standing time to spin the bottle. Everyone was still in post-shock mode when the pointy tip ended towards…
Yoji. The older man smirked, fully aware that anyone who would dare ask him a question even implying towards *there* would have the nosebleed pretty soon. Secretly he wished Ken would ask…
Omi pointed to Heero. "You have to ask Heero-kun, since you played last."
He eyed him and considered it, then nodded. Yoji's eyes on him were intent, lips parting to mouth a sensual "Dare".
Heero barely responded, eyes a wistful enigma. Yoji started tugging on the inner edges of his robe. "Fold my clothing."
Yoji almost fell over. "H-honto?"
"I'll still wear it." Was the flat answer. Yoji grumbled something under his breath and started collecting the pieces. Duo started to chuckle. "You mean it's all you wear!"
Yoji was still muttering to himself as flipped the bottle for luck and twirled it around. If only he could rig the thing… please, please, let it point towards…
/Damn straight./
The small blond seemed to shrink. He didn't want to do anything embarrassing! And Yoji was the one choosing… The older boy had dressed him and folded his pajamas to fit, invited him to his room for the night; something in the way he stared at him was making him shiver lightly. Yoji was so much older, and seemed to know what he was thinking all the time, and was so attractive and smooth and…
"Have you ever been kissed?"
Time froze.
He didn't even remember squeaking a timid "Truth", and now appraising emerald orbs were locked with his in heart-stopping eye-contact, the tall, lean bishounen gracefully bending in front of him on one knee and just *staring*, breathing his breath and reading his mind. He felt his entire face heat up as he shook it, dying to steal a small comforting glance from his best friend, knowing that the calm, collected gaze would relieve some of his tension. The unforgiving stare finally softened, a small smirk, a bottle handed to him.
As he spun the empty sake container, a whisper husked into his ear. "I don't think so…"
Blue eyes widened, outraged protests brimming from sputtering lips before a large hand swept lightly over his hip. Quatre's back straightened instinctively, jerking up to face Yoji tensely. The assassin was staring at him, expression unreadable, and then winked.
"Nonononono!!!!" Everyone turned to Ken, knees drawn to bare chest and whining. He was drunk, he knew it, and was definitely in no condition to answering questions or following orders. And besides, he was already sweating, and he hadn't even started yet.
"Ken." It was a one-word threat. Aya's stare pinned him in place, a hushed, obedient whisper escaping him. "Truth."
Chocolate brown eyes wandered to Quatre feebly, rejoicing that it was this timid young guest who would be asking him. He supposed he could pass up whatever he would say that night to alcohol in the morning, which wouldn't be far from the truth. As bright blue met his gaze, he thought he saw them flicker, and noticed how Yoji had leaned to the boy's ear to elicit a small protest, before he nodded and turned shy eyes to the floor.
"Um, Ken-kun, Yoji-kun wants to know if you're, uh…"
"Bi." Green eyes bore straight to Ken's. Duo all but shrieked.
Ken blinked, confused, before realization sank in his blurry thoughts and blood rushed doublefold to his head. Quatre buried his face in his hands.
"Yoji teme!" He made a fist, exasperated, because if anyone Yoji *knew* the answer to that! The lanky blond had resisted smirking but his eyes taunted and his lips quirked. He considered running away, but wouldn't that be telling? And besides, Aya would no sooner be ahead and be poking his throat with his katana.
He pulled at his sleeves, barely noticing that they weren't there, and started to whimper. He shook his head, and immediately Duo slapped his back rather enthusiastically. "Oh pooh!"
"Pooh?" Heavy brown eyelashes batted heavily at his direction. "Come on Ken-kun, you can't mean that! What is it, really now?"
He stared at the boy with utter disbelief. Was Duo coming on to him? He shook the thought and decided against deciding to stay, but then he could feel Aya's icy stare biting him. He shook his head again, this time with more resolve. "No."
Giggled burst into the tension-thick air. "Liar liar pants on fire!"
Ken gasped. It was *Omi*. He resisted the overpowering urge to glare at Yoji for the cruelly amused smirk he was sure the man sported, pulling to his knees a little tighter. God if Omi only knew what he did to his pants! He felt his cheeks do a slow burn, and the ringing of flowing alcohol pounding inside his head, and the room was suddenly spinning…
He passed out.


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