Decided to put R2R up here instead…
Megane-chan: Oooh!! Can I have Ken instead?? *realizes everyone is staring at her, others are glaring angrily, especially Ken fans* Err… Never mind… *runs off for Omi instead*
Carter and Kearoru: Thanks for the ideas! I'll think about them… Maybe I can make it a series of things… Hmm…
Those who commented on my sadism: Actually, I don't torture characters physically. I much prefer to torture them mentally and emotionally… *evil grin* But of course… I do read physical torture fics…
Those who cried: Ack! Gomen! Didn't think I made it that bad! O.o I'll try to make it up to you guys in the near or distant future… Try… I'm not sure yet…
I'd like to thank Hope, because during one of our wacky conversations, I found a line she said that fit so nicely into the dialogue here.
Warnings: I've lifted the rating of the fic because of a near lemon in this chapter… Or an almost lemon… Or whatever……… Oh… and it's ONLY a NEAR lemon… Not a full one…… A full lemon at this point of the story would be very strange for the plot… ^^;; Heck… Call it a lime if you want… I don't know anymore… Why don't I just go ahead and spoil you guys already and say it isn't … I SHOULD STOP BABBLING!!
Chapter 11 – Heart to Heart
"Oh, gods… Ken-kun…"
"Omi…" he groaned in reply.
A soft moan escaped the boy's lips. His head fell back, his eyes closed, his lips parted. "K-ken-kun…" Omi spoke the name like a prayer. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing haggard.
Ken moved up, covering Omi's body with his own. He leaned down and captured the boy's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers lightly brushed against Omi's sides and over his chest and stomach, each touch seeming to send his young lover closer to the edge.
Omi pulled away, gasping for breath. "k-ken-kun… p-please… I-I can't wait…"
"Omi?" Ken asked.
He looked up at Ken, his eyes half-lidded, filled with desire.
"please, ken-kun…make love to me…"
Ken smiled, trailing his hands to Omi's thighs. He brought one hand down, teasing the taut muscles surrounding his entrance.
Omi moaned helplessly, "Oh, Ken-kun!! Please… take me… take me hard…"
"OH GOD!!"
Ken's eyes flew open, grasping desperately around him. His hands found the sheets and he gripped them, trying to catch his breath. His mind searched for any form of rationality.
I…I just had a sex dream about Omi…
SHIT!! I almost had a SEX dream about OMI!!
Ken shook his head, incredulous and quite disgusted with himself. Omi and sex did not fit in the same sentence!! Not in his head at least!! What sort of depraved soul was he to have sexual fantasies about his best friend?!!
The kind who was affected by some damned love potion…
Ken sat up and clutched his head. At least I woke up before I actually……… before we……… he shuddered, wondering how far his dream would have taken him.
It had only been that afternoon when Omi told them the truth of what was happening. Only several hours before when he found out that he wasn't really in love with his best friend.
He couldn't understand it. How could it be? He was totally convinced that there was something there. And now to discover it was all just some prank? Illusions created by some insane chemicals thrown together?
Then again, Yohji must have been the same way.
Ken leaned back and closed his eyes, deciding he should go back to sleep. He tried to push all sorts of thoughts regarding Omi.
Especially a naked Omi…
In his room…
On his bed…
Lying below him…
Crying out…
Moaning his name…
Begging for harder… faster… deeper…
Ken's eyes flew open again. He groaned loudly. "Gods… Omi… What the hell are you doing to me?!"
No… It wasn't fair to blame this on Omi. He should really blame himself, but then… there was also that potion…
And even if it wasn't because of some artificial thing, he knew it couldn't happen. He remembered the looks that Omi was giving him every time he was addressed. They were looks of hurt and disbelief. And of course there was what Omi had said to him.
Ken looked up at the ceiling and whispered the words back to himself.
"You don't love me……" he stared blankly. "He said it himself. I don't love him."
He doesn't want me to love him.
Of course Omi wouldn't want Ken to love him. He probably thought it was weird enough that Ken used to like Aya. Omi was revolted at the idea that Ken decided to fall for him. That's why he was so intent on convincing Ken otherwise.
Ken didn't know why the thought really hurt. He supposed that the potion had some large grip on him.
He finally sighed. He leaned back down on the bed, deciding to get ready to get some sleep.
That's when he noticed. His eyes widened as he looked down.
"Ah SHIT!!"
Apparently, the dream had affected him more than he had thought.
He jumped out of the bed, cursing loudly. He paced back and forth, contemplating his options. Either he decide to take a cold shower. Or…
Ken immediately opted for the shower. Somehow, he just knew that if he tried the second, he'd fantasize about Omi again. And there was no way he was going to let himself do it again.
He immediately grabbed a towel, plowed out his door and headed for the bathroom, hoping against hope that noone would wake up and discover him and his… state…
Ken walked to the bathroom, feeling a bit protected in the dark of the hallway. Or so he thought.
"Ken?"
Ken nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around, "Yohji!!"
He was thankful it wasn't Omi. But still……… he eyed Yohji warily, "Wh-what are you doing up?"
The blonde playboy smirked at him, a lit cigarette between his lips. He eyed the towel around Ken's shoulders, then let his vision wander downwards. Ken felt his cheeks heat up until Yohji spoke.
"So… You too?"
Ken's eyes widened as he blinked. It was only then that he realized that Yohji was also carrying a towel… and that he had the same problem as Ken.
Yohji sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Look at us, Ken. We're a couple of perverts."
Ken laughed bitterly. "At least we know that it isn't because of our own minds. We've got that damned potion to blame."
"You've got that right," Yohji reached up, puffing his cigarette. "Still… I feel like such a dirty old man… dreaming stuff like that about Omittchi."
Ken nodded with a sigh. "You and me both…" He cursed under his breath. "I can't believe it. This is Omi… Omi!! We're not supposed to be having dreams about Omi! We're supposed to be…"
"Dealing with Aya…" Yohji agreed. "It's a good thing Omi told us about that stuff today. Or else, we might have gone nuts enough to try to…" he let the sentence trail off. They both knew what they might have done. They might have tried to reenact the dreams.
"Yeah…" Ken groaned. "I didn't even have dreams about Aya…"
Yohji tilted his head, "You didn't?"
Ken raised an eyebrow, "You did?"
The older man only laughed, "I'm surprised. Tell me, Ken-ken… What do you like about Aya?"
"Are you blind?" It was Ken's turn to laugh, "Look at him!"
"Well… I've been doing that, haven't I? He's some eye candy, isn't he?"
"Yeah… Too bad he's also an ice block."
"Got that right, kiddo."
"What about you? Same thing?"
"Yeah… I guess so…" Yohji nodded. "I'm sure everyone with vision could see that Aya's damned beautiful."
"Ain't that the truth."
"Anything else to that?"
Ken shrugged, "He makes me curious I guess. He's got that exotic beauty to him. And he's the rare type of person… maybe like some kind of flower anybody'd die to have. So that's why I decided I was gonna try for him; don't think someone like him would come along very often. That was a couple 'a weeks before I told you an' Omi."
"Get what you mean," Yohji nodded. "Tell me, Ken… Ever had a successful conversation with him?"
Ken blinked, "Wha?" He watched Yohji curiously for a while, then answered, "Guess so. A few times."
"Hm.. Just a couple of times?"
"Yeah, why?" he raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Don't tell me you've been able to talk to him a lot."
Yohji laughed. "See, Ken… I've got books."
"Books? What's that got to do with anything?"
The blonde playboy leaned back against the wall. He looked up, almost wistfully.
"There was this time back when Aya would come up to my room to borrow a book or two. And of course, he'd come back to return it, maybe getting another. I used to try to grill him about the books and he wouldn't answer. Finally got him to at least say thanks for each book he borrowed."
Ken was about to say something, but decided against it, just letting Yohji talk.
"Never gave up of course. The guy was reading my books. So every time he came back, I'd keep asking if he liked the book or what he liked about it. Must have pissed him off or frustrated him after a while, because he finally started answering my questions. We just talked about the books at first, then after a while, we'd have conversations about other stuff. Course Aya doesn't get too much input in. Hell, the man answers a couple of phrases at most.
"Never indulged in anything personal of course. Just kept to the lighter things. Mostly the books."
"Wow," Ken murmured. "I'm almost envious."
Yohji looked over at Ken, "So, then, my boy… I learned that not only is Aya really damned beautiful, he's really damned smart too. He'd make some partner, he would."
Ken shook his head. "Why'd we never know about this?"
"Hey," he shrugged. "I don't flaunt everything. Especially not stuff like this. Surprised I'm even telling you now."
There was silence for a while, until Yohji broke it with a sigh. He took a long drag from his cigarette. Ken raised an eyebrow at that.
"Yohji… If Omi catches you smoking here, right in the hallway, he'll most probably kill you…"
Yohji laughed, "Yeah… I guess he would, wouldn't he?" he suddenly looked at his cigarette, dropping it and stepping on it.
When Ken gave him a quizzical look, he just shrugged, "Felt like the right thing to do." He stopped and stared into nothingness for a while. "Damnit! This fucking potion's got me worse than I thought!!"
Ken actually had to laugh at that one. He thought for a while, and decided to ask a question he didn't really want to ask. "So… what does this potion make you think that you like about Omi?"
Yohji laughed again, "I don't think I should say… I don't know if you'll survive the nosebleed if I detail it to you."
Ken narrowed his eyes. "I see…"
"You?"
Ken thought for a while then leaned his head back against the wall.
"Omi's…amazing… He's sweet and kind… And at the same time he's smart and determined. I know he's younger than me and all, but… Sometimes he seems so much older. No matter what, he's always there for you, ready to help back you up.
"I like… the way he can just be himself...no matter what happens. Even when the shadows seem to overwhelm us all, he always manages to keep a smile on his face."
Yohji raised an eyebrow. He slowly leaned over and waved a hand in front of Ken's face. "Ken? Yo! Ken-ken…?"
There was no reaction.
"Oi!! Ken! Snap out of it!"
Ken shook his head, eying Yohji. "Eh? What?"
"You zoned out while you were talking about Omi…"
"I did?" Ken stared at him, "I guess the potion's got me bad too, huh?"
Yohji stared back, "Errr… Right…" Somehow, he was getting the weirdest feeling that that freak show wasn't the potion at work anymore.
He finally sighed, leaning back against the wall again.
"Tell ya what…"
"Hm?"
"Let's make a pact, here and now."
Ken was a little curious, "What sort of pact?"
"We each promise the other that we never touch Omi again," Yohji began to tick off his fingers. "No more courting, no more gift, no more favors. And in the light of what's going on in our heads now… no touching, no cuddling…" he eyed Ken carefully. "Definitely no molesting…"
Ken turned red, "I would never…"
Yohji just gave him another stern look and continued, "No kissing……"
Ken only turned redder, embarrassed. He turned his attention to the floor, remembering that almost mistake.
The other was remembering as well. He remembered Omi prancing around him, practically floating in mid-air about something that Ken had done… That almost kiss.
Then he also remembered the looks Omi gave Ken earlier that day. He was hurt. The boy's heart was slowly being wrenched out of his chest as he told them the truth, bit by bit. Yohji now knew he should have been more thoughtful, but it was only later when he had realized.
Damn, he turned to look at Ken. Omi's crazy about him… It just broke him when he found out Ken wasn't in love with him for real.
Even if he wasn't under influence of the potion, Yohji still would have decided he didn't want to see Omi like that anymore. Which meant that Ken had to stay away from Omi.
He brought an imaginary cigarette to his lips, immediately cursing the fact that he had gotten rid of the one he just had. As he did so, Ken finally spoke up again.
"I … guess you're right. Omi probably hates me. Hates it that I like him that way, now." He sighed, "If I can somehow make it up to him, maybe lie low and away from him…… At least until this stuff wears off… It's for the best, isn't it?"
Yohji raised an eyebrow at him. He doesn't know? But then again, maybe it would be better if Ken didn't know. He turned away, and agreed, "Yeah… it's for the best. So… let's get our minds off of Omi, and go back to trying to get Aya to notice us." Ken chuckled a little as Yohji held out a hand to him, "Deal?"
Ken nodded, taking the hand and giving it a firm shake, "Deal…"
Yohji grinned, "Before our little 'truce' begins, I have one last thing to say about Omi…"
"What's that?"
"For a kid his age… He's got some piece of ass…"
"Yohji!!" Ken yelled as Yohji only chuckled even more.
"Don't tell me you've never noticed…"
Ken's cheeks heated up, not answering. Yohji laughed at Ken's blush, and ruffled his hair. "I thought so…"
And before Ken could realize what was happening, Yohji had swiftly stepped before him. Ken's eyes widened to size of saucers, watching as Yohji disappeared into the bathroom.
It was only then that he remembered the reason why he had come out here.
He straightened.
He ran for the doorknob.
He slammed against the door, just as he heard it click locked.
"Gaaahh!! Kudouuuuuu!!!"
And all that answered him was the sound of Yohji's snide laughter.
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Well that was a weird ending to the chapter…
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