Aya gaped at the two in shock, fighting the feeling that his world had suddenly, abruptly, been turned upside down...and inside out, and...and...Omi is kissing Ken! My Ken! And...my Omi...and if that isn't a turn on I don't know what is! The realization was accompanied by the not so unpleasant tightening of his jeans.

As unexpectedly as it had begun, Omi just as suddenly broke off the kiss, pulling away sharply, leaving Aya unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed. His one conciliation was that Yohji, and more importantly, Ken, were looking just as confused.

What the hell was going on?

And then, as Aya watched, a smile slowly crept to the brunet's lips, and with a slight nod, some kind of understanding seemed to pass between his two younger team mates. Now if only they'd explain it to him.

Surprisingly, that was exactly what they proceeded to do, using the exact same method.

The shock of Omi's lips pressed against his own wore off after only a second. As inexperienced as he obviously was, the boy was insistent, Aya had to give him that. Finding little resistance, Omi coaxed the red-head's lips open with his tongue and did a quick exploration of the other's mouth.

Shivering at the sensation, Aya couldn't quite suppress a gasp when the contact was suddenly broken, the younger teen pulling back to…to smirk at him! There was no other way to describe it. Confusion making a rather convincing pitch to become anger, Aya opened his mouth to demand an explanation--

And froze, mouth agape as he finally noticed whose tongues had also been busy as his and Omi's had sparred.

As if sensing the amethyst daggers directed at them, Ken and Yohji broke apart, rather reluctantly if Aya was any judge. Much to his consternation, the blond was looking far too pleased with himself. And Ken…

Ken was staring straight at him, chocolate eyes dancing. However, it was to Omi he spoke. "Definitely the perfect solution."

The teen grinned back, smile growing. "Switch?"

"Hai!"

And just like that, the body Aya had been desiring for so many long months was twining his well-muscled arms about the swordsman's slender waist, lips capturing his as Omi's had only moments before.

The part of Aya that was screaming for some semblance of an explanation as to what was going on was drowned out by the wave of bliss that washed over him at the feel of Ken's lips locked to his own, of the lean body pressed tightly against his.

Explanations be damned; this was all Aya needed for now.

"Ken…" he moaned softly as the other gently withdrew, pulling back to look Aya directly in the eyes.

"Understand now?"

"…" Aya blinked owlishly down at him, unsure how to reply, not knowing what to say, or even what to think.

"Never thought you to be this slow on the uptake," a voice breathed in his ear. Surprised, Aya glanced around to find Yohji , one arm flung about Omi's now bare shoulders, standing directly behind him. And somehow, without his noticing at all, the taller man's other arm gripped Aya's own shoulder.

When had he--

"Guess I'll just have to give him yet another hint."

After a minute or so, Aya decided that older man was by far the most experienced kisser, doing things with his tongue that the other assassin didn't even know were humanly possible until that instance. He found himself rejoicing at the discovery.

Finally, he was forced to pull away, gasping a much-needed breath. Looking down, he found Ken, arms still twined tightly around Aya's middle, having seconds with Omi. After a moment, the two broke apart, also short of breath.

Slowly glancing from blue eyes, to green, to brown, Aya found his lips inexplicably curving into a smile. "Oh."

"By Jove I think he's got it!"

"Yes, and I'll have some more, thank you." Ken being closest and therefore most convenient, Aya decided this time he was initiating the kiss.

*****

Yohji happened to be lucky enough to glance up at just the right time to catch sight of the guard before the man did anything. Or so he thought.

On further observation, it appeared the man was unmoving, mouth dropped in what was presumably shock at the sight of them and their varying states of undress. Thus there was no telling how long he had been standing there, only a hands' breadth from where Aya had Ken pinned against the bars, before Yohji had needed air enough to come up from the passionate embrace he was tangled in and notice. Aya and Ken appeared completely oblivious.

Below him, Yohji took note of the alluring pout beginning to appear on Omi's face due to his momentary inattention to the matter at hand. Or rather what he gripped in his hand. Well, we certainly can't have that, now can we? "Do you mind?" Yohji drawled.

The guard in question blinked, slamming his mouth shut, an embarrassed expression coming over his face. "Er…I…ss…sorry," he stammered, and began to turn automatically, too dazed by the sight of the four of them entangled together to do much else.

Thankfully, Aya was still somewhat attuned with the present crisis, i.e. their little problem of capture. Pausing in his exuberant search of Ken, somehow managing to ignore the brunet's throaty moan of protest at the sudden separation of Aya's lips from his body, (a feat Yohji silently gave him huge credit for accomplishing) Aya thrust his hand through the bars of their cell, grabbing hold of the departing guard's collar.

Wrenching his hand back, Aya yanked the guard's head to impact the bars with a sickening thunk. Releasing his grip, the man fell, unconscious before he hit the floor. Rummaging through the man's pockets, Aya was in possession of the key within moments.

There was a moment of dumbfounded silence. Then Yohji found himself beginning to chuckle. "That was brilliant. Aya, I could kiss you!"

Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. Pushing himself off Omi with a quick kiss, he reached up, snagging the redhead's hands and removing the keys grasped in them.

Tossing the ring of keys to Omi, Yohji gestured for him to open the cell. Meanwhile, he had plans to reward their 'fearless leader' for his quick thinking. After an enjoyable taste of the redhead's mouth, Yohji pulled back, shooting Aya a grin. "Nice to know not only do you think quick on your feet, but also sprawled over another teammate."

"I think fast in any position."

"Oh reaally?" Ken murmured softly, pressing up to both of them. "What do you say, Yohji?"

Sliding an arm around the brunet's slim waist, hand slipping under the cloth in the beginning of a caress, Yohji's grin grew. "I say we have to test his ability to think lightning quick in all positions."

"Hmm…yes…all."

"Perhaps...though might I suggest that we escape first?" Aya commented dryly, though Yohji could tell he was suppressing his smile with no small effort. "Omi's had the cell door open for a while now."

"No sense of adventure," Yohji muttered, though he followed the others out.

"No," came Omi's glib answer from up ahead. "I bet he just doesn't want to get interrupted again. And neither do I, particularly."

Beside him, Ken sighed dejectedly, though there was a sparkle in his eyes. "I suppose they do have a point, ne?"

The blond nodded. "Certainly. After you?" He gestured, allowing Ken to proceed him out, taking up the rear.

Either to make up for their initial stupidity in getting caught and thus not come home completely disgraced to Kritiker, or, as was Yohji's personal theory, they all were just in a momentous hurry to get home and finish what had begun in the cell, they made fast work in completing the mission.

Taking completely by surprise the guards who had naturally assumed them still incarcerated, they saw dead who needed to be killed and made a fast getaway. As they piled into the car, Yohji, starting up the engine, turned to his teammates…his lovers. The thought brought an unbidden grin to his lips.

"So, are we all in agreement that our little…mistake in getting caught--"

"Temporarily," Omi interjected cheerfully

"Temporarily caught," Yohji amended "need never be reported?"

Ken and Omi both nodded emphatically. And, after a moment's hesitation, Aya capitulated with a sigh.

"That does bring up another question, though…" Ken began hesitantly.

"Aa?"

"What are we going to tell Kritiker about…er…well.."

"Us?" Yohji finished bluntly. At Ken's confirming nod, he shrugged, gunning the gas to send them hurtling down the empty, dark road. No one spoke.

"It's none of their damn business," Aya suddenly burst out, his voice deadly soft; serious. "They've made it impossible for us to be close to anyone but each other. So it's their problem that we've decided all we want--all we need is each other."

Out of the corner of his eye, Yohji watched Omi's face alight with his characteristic smile, Ken mirroring it a second later. He himself nodded.

"Here here. They put us together and now we're staying together. They don't like it, they can--"

"--go fuck themselves." Ken finished. "After all, we'll be to busy screwing each other to help. Ne?" Adding emphasis to his last statement, he pounced Aya, who happened to be sharing the back seat with him.

"Hey no fair! I'm driving so I can't join in the fun!"

"To bad," came Aya's rejoinder a moment later as he came up for air.

Yohji sighed, resentment easing as Omi slid closer to him and began showering his free arm and neck with kisses.

After a minutes of contented silence (minus a few *ahem* noises), Yohji cleared his throat, trying very hard to remind himself that turning and taking Omi's mouth, not to mention other parts, in his would not better his already deranged driving. "You know, there is still one major problem we have to deal with."

In the rearview mirror, he saw Ken and Aya pause, glancing at him worriedly. Beside him, Omi also stopped in his nibbling, craning his neck to peer up in question.

"Where the hell are we going to sleep?"

Owari

YATTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm done, I did it!! Celebrate good times, oh yah!! It only took me over a YEAR but I'm DONE! Hazaah!!!

OK, just so everyone knows, that ending is what I've had planned the entire time. The point of this fic was to get the four of them together :) Hope no one's too upset with that. There were so many requests for different pairings, guess I gave everyone what they wanted…or no one. *shrug*

I want to thank everyone who reviewed or pushed me to write more *ahem* *cough* my sister especially. Who also happens to be my wonderful beta. Arigatou 'neechan.

One last thing, I do have an idea for a sequel...not sure I'm going to bother but, if I did, would anyone be interested in reading it? Lastly, pleasepleaseplease review! Thanks!