Thanks again for the reviews minna-san! And for those of you who may be thinking that the story is moving along just a tad fast, I'm sorry, I'll try to slow it down, but I do have a lot in store for this story, so it should have some nifty surprises! (I hope ^_^ ) This one's got a lot of OmiYouji in it, I hope you don't mind, but I had to change stages for a minute.

All regular disclaimers apply. Here we go!

********Chapter 4: End the Mission********

"What the -hell- was he talking about?" Youji stomped into the living room. "My -pet-. Of all the.when I get my hands on him."

"Easy, Youji!" Omi wrapped his arms around Youji's thin waist, trying to keep him from pacing around. Green eyes mixed with blue.

"What do you want, Omi?"

"You , of course!" the blue-eyed boy tugged at his shirt. He almost fell over.

"You.you want me? Why? No way! You're -way- too young! Forget it!"

"Aw.but Youji.I wont tell, besides." the boy protested.

"Besides what? No way, I said forget about it. Not in a million years!" he released himself from Omi's grasp and stalked up to him room, shouting all the way.

Omi grinned an evil grin and followed him into his room, plopping himself onto the bed. "Get off my bed, Omi. Get outta my room."

"Gees.you're mean, Yotan. How come you're so nice to Ken?"

It was a good thing that his bed was there to break his fall. "I'm nice to Ken because he's not such a pest. Now get out!" He picked the boy up and shoved him out the door, but Omi wasn't about ready to lose.

"Youji.how come? Aren't I beautiful? Aren't I sexy?" Blue eye's batted in his direction.

"What??" his face went bright red. "You don't even know what you're talking about! You're just a kid!"

"But I -do- know. There's these two kids at school...I know everything Youji."

"Oh no you don't. I can think of a couple things you wouldn't know about." He was in shock. The boldness of this kid was driving him crazy. [take that how you like ^_^]

"Then show me, Yotan. Show me what I don't know!" the boy leaned against the doorframe. (All right. That's it! I can't stand it anymore!)

"Fine, have it your way!" he grabbed the kid and threw him on the bed. The boy's eyes widened with fear as he threw himself on top of the small assassin. He backed off. "See? I told you."

"No! Please Youji.you just surprised me, that's all! I didn't think you'd give in!"

"You ass." he pinned the boy, sucking hungrily at the tender neck beneath him. Omi groaned and he sucked harder. Small hands climbed up his shirt, following his spine. He grunted his approval and proceeded to nibble an ear.

"Youji."

~*~

Once again, the two danced, pressed together in a delicate balance of will power and need. Ken could feel his senses slipping again. The gentle rocking in Aya's arms was just too much for him.

"Paradise." he breathed. He watched as others danced together in the same fashion, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was Aya. Aya was suddenly everything to him. That fact scared him. He'd never before been attracted to another male. He had no idea where this desperate need came from. However, he didn't care. His love wasn't unrequited. Aya felt the same way! He could tell by the kiss. (Oh Aya.why? Why is this happening?)

"Kenken," the redhead whispered in his ear.

"mm?"

"Our targets are on the move." the older man tried to back away, but changed his mind and wrapped the sleepy brunette even tighter in his arms. Ken found it hard to breath, but the embrace didn't last long.

"Right, let's get 'em and get outta here." He began to walk in the direction the two men had gone. They crept down into the basement. It was dark and smelly. Ken could smell the remains of sex in the air. The chemical smell of drug production burned his nostrils. He heard things that made his stomach churn. Moans, groans, whimpers, yelps, the whole line of sound effects filed into his ears. He heard begging, and pleading. The distinct cries of small boys. He watched Aya carefully, waiting for a sign. They sat braced against a wall for what seemed like an eternity before the older assassin slithered across the basement. Ken stayed where he was. Evidently he was to play "goaly" this time, there to keep anyone from leaving the scene. He watched as the silent redhead disappeared into the shadows. Waiting for the sounds of metal and tearing flesh. These sounds meant that he could go home. Home where safety was waiting for him. Home where he could be with Aya.

(Here they go.) He thought. He heard curses and other profanities from across the darkness. Metal against metal. Metal against flesh. Metal through flesh. Crying boys. He wondered if Aya would release them. He wondered if he should go in there, but he ran out of time to think. Aya appeared, a small wound on his arm. A frozen face, no emotion, no life.

"Was it bad?" he ventured. A nod was his only reply. The older man stalked past him. (Same old Aya.) He sighed and followed suit.