Chapter 4

Aya

I knew that going to the swimming pool was a bad idea, I just knew it! I cannot believe that I let the hentai baka talk me into it. But pookie, it's for the mission! Oh yes, now I recall. It was at the solemn oath that the bastard would never call me that again, and more importantly never address me as such in public.

Currently I was standing alongside the blonde, as he thumbed through a rack of swimsuits, in one of the hotel's many gift stores.

"I think I found the perfect one!" He cried triumphantly as he presented to me a poor excuse for a swi- Hell for anything that could be even remotely considered an article of clothing!

My right eye twitched as I lamented through clenched teeth, "you have got to be kidding me."

"Oh but A-Yuki-koi! Not only will the purple triangle reaffirm our homosexuality, but the color will also bring out those lovely eyes of yours."

The attempts to convince me were in vain. "Shuichi, it is nothing more than a purple triangle."

"Iie! Look, there's strings!" His grin screamed perverted stupidity loud enough to burst an eardrum.

"Fine but that still doesn't change the fact that I'd be arrested for public indecency."

"If you weren't allowed to wear it here they wouldn't sell it, now would they?" Now was no time to suddenly discover the logical thought process Youji! "If anything you'd just blind people with your glowing white ass."

"Glowing. . . White. . . Ass?" Previously I had never known that my eye had a twitching condition, but then again Youji seemed to bring out the worst in me.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease Yuki? For the mission!" His large emerald eyes were pleading, looking watery and full of light. They were hypnotic pools that I seemed to get lost it. . .

Youji

Ah, the puppy dog eyes do it every time! I can't believe that I actually got him to but that thing on! I bet the prude didn't even know that thongs existed outside of the footwear department!. . . Of course, I had yet to see the garment modeled for Aya had put his pants back on over it before exiting the changing room.

"So Aya, is it liberating?" I asked as I took my husband's hand into my own and brought it to my lips so that I could kiss the callused knuckles.

"If I had wanted to floss my ass I could've used your wire," he spat at me, with a fury of violet flames burning in his eyes.

"Oh c'mon I've worn those millions of times," I assured him. "And I found them to be very comfortable."

"Were they cutting off your circulation?" Ah, yes I knew that the only one of the rack was a size small, but it'd be worth it! My salivary glands were just leaking in anticipation of the grand sight that was in store for me.

"Isn't that half the fun?"

'You and your sick hobbies' was the message that his eyes delivered to me loud and clear. Thankfully though, I saw the entryway that lead to the giant indoor pool area just ahead. Soon enough I swung one of the grand doors open for him. "After you," I offered courteously.

"Arigatou," he tried to manage with a smile as the couple facade was put into action once again. The pool area was relatively busy for this time of night (nine-ish to be precise). There were three hot tubs off in a separate part of the room, a large swimming pool in the middle, a smaller, more shallow wading pool to the side. Off through some more doors there was a gym and sauna area.

"Well lovely?" I asked gesturing to the grand array of options ahead of us.

"The Jacuzzi," he murmured. Darn, with all of the bubbles I wouldn't be able to check him out!

"Aww, but I wanted to have a water fight with you," I muttered, not that it helped my case any.

"There are too many kids over there." With a sigh, I conceded. Truthfully, the thought of hitting on Aya in front of so many chibis just didn't seem right. It'd be like me dragging home girlfriends and making Omi watch. . . Then again, we all know what Omi spends all night looking up on the internet, the little hentai!

"Alrighty then," I grinned broadly, as I led my husband by the hand up to the spa area.

A group consisting of both men and women, mostly middle aged, occupied the first hot tub. One of the remaining two had a couple of younger, college-aged guys sitting adjacent to similarly aged girls. Thankfully, the last one was empty. Passing a glance at Aya I noticed an emotion upon his delicate features that I'd never seen him express before- fear. Not like "oh it's gah-zeellaaaah!" fear, but a distant anxiousness.

"It's alright Aya," I whispered leaning in to kiss his cheek affectionately, not for show at all (but Aya didn't need to know that ).

Much to my surprise, he lifted those frantic eyes to meet mine for a moment. Suddenly I felt like I was experiencing a part of Aya that no one had ever seen before, a younger Aya, a pre-Weiß Aya. . . And it intrigued me. Quite rapidly though that gaze focused back into its normal stoic hatred. "Don't call me that while we're on a mission!" He hissed as he took the final steps over to the free hot tub.

With his back to the wall, the redhead took off his shirt then removed his pants in one fluid motion. Man! I wanted to see him from behind, not that what I was seeing in the front was a disappointment or anything. Let me assure you, it was far from disappointing. The alabaster skin of his body looked soft and utterly kissable. Two twin rosy nipples were erect in the cool, damp air of the pool area. . . Moreover, that thong! I felt like a little boy on Christmas who'd just gotten what they'd been waiting for all year. It was small, it was purple, and it left nothing to the imagination- in other words, it was perfect.

Sadly, though that perfect sight was soon denied to me as my love lowered himself into the steamy water. Removing my own shirt, I came to sit juxtaposed to my lover in the steamy tub. Misty heat rose in the air and clung to his body like sweat. A light, heat-induced flush covered his pale cheeks, and his pupils were dilated in the partial darkness of the dimly lit spa room. I bet that's what he looked like during sex; I smiled naughtily to myself.

Aya

Youji's been starring at me ever since I put on that damn thong. God I must look like an idiot if he still finds it that funny.

Sparring a glance, I looked over at the people in the other hot tubs. Never had I intentionally meant to get nervous, but heterosexual college males and gay people never seemed to mix. They weren't our target, I'm sure, but any potential trouble could jeopardize the mission.

"I don't think that the target is here," I spoke lightly to him without looking too suspicious.

Relaxing further down into the steamy water he murmured, "That's okay. We just need to build up a gay reputation around here, that's all. Besides there are hidden cameras. "

"What good will that do us? There are people around."

"Well, Manx said to use PDAs and PDAs are just DAs without the P," he reasoned with a traditional grin. Cocky bastard.

"What you have in mind is a public display of lust, Shuichi-koi."

"So? You never know, they might enjoy it. . . Besides," Youji purred as he scooted over until our thighs were touching beneath the water. "Those kids over there seem to be all over each other, how is it right that they can make out and we can't?"

Feeling his lips so close to mine, their breath cooler than the room's temperature, made me shiver. It had only been a little more than 24 hours since I'd last kissed those lips (and I mean kissed) and already was feeling as if I were being neglected, being denied some irrefutable human right. Soon that soft pink mouth was covering mine and a slick warm tongue was drawing my own out to come and play. Well I've never been one to turn down such an irresistible invitation, although I do my best to feign disinterest.

Two strong hands caught my hips beneath the water and pulled me closer so that our bodies were nearly as close as our mouths were. Not breaking once, our tongues continued to dance, taking turns with the lead. Much to my embarrassment a small, whimpered moan escaped me as he took my bottom lip between his teeth.

If there had been any way to end this without making scene I would have, but currently I was trapped. . . Not that I minded.

A strong hand with long, nimble fingers traced its way up my torso to rest upon my chest, where the blonde abruptly flicked one of my nipples.

"Oh god. . ." I breathed involuntarily.

"Yes?" Hn, smug bastard.

Youji

Oh, God Aya you're so beautiful. . . Soon my lips found their way to that sensual neck of his. Beneath my lips, I could feel the blood run, making his pulse sporadic. Man you wouldn't believe what a power trip it is to be able to make Vanilla Ice here melt and become liquid fire.

"Youji," he murmured against my ear. Wow, I even got a name-calling out of him. . . Soon though, "Youji. . . Youji. . . Shuichi."

Finally getting my attention I pulled back to meet the redhead's gaze. "Nani?" Looking at his utterly adorable expression, I could tell that his current blush was more due to embarrassment than to sexual excitement. Leaning in he whispered something incoherently against my ear.

"Long toke?. . . I didn't know you did drugs."

"No!" Leaning in he pronouncedly whispered: "The thong broke."

Aya

His eyes went wide for a moment before the giggles started to spill out. "You're kidding, right?"

I don't kid. Damn that bastard. I had told him that the stupid bathing suit was far too small. Did he listen to me? Noooo. It had been okay until it got all wet and tight in the pool, and then with him kissing me things expanded and. . . . Stopping my current train of thought, I desperately fought to keep the blushing at a minimum level. That bastard shouldn't have such an effect on me.

"What am I supposed to do Youji?" I asked, trying to restrain my panicked tone.

"Uh. . . Wait until everyone else leave-"

Suddenly our conversation was brought to a halt as a figure, dressed in the hotel staff attire, stood over us. I have to give the woman credit, it must take a lot of spirit to make five feet and ninety pounds of raging fury look intimidating.

"Excuse me sirs, but at the Hoshiko hotel we do not condone any hanky panky in the spa." The brunette girl's voice was a little high but still the condescending, authority-filled tone was quite clear. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave the spa for the evening lest you be banned from the pool area for the remainder of your stay.

Youji

I felt like a teenager who got caught at make out peak by a police officer. "Gomen ma'am. It's just hard to keep your hands to yourself when you're around someone as beautiful as my Yuki, ne?"

A scowl was my only reply, both from the girl and Aya.

"All right, all right. We'll leave." . . . Oh wait a minute, what about the thong? "Um, could you turn around for a moment ma'am?"

"I'll give you to the count of five. One."

"Yuki-"

"Two"

"Shuichi just hand me the pants," Aya muttered with a scowl.

"Three."

"Nani!" I protested, "you'll get them all wet."

"Four."

"Just give me the goddamn pants!" Conceding before the five, I grabbed his jeans and quickly handed them over.

By the time, "five" came out Aya had idiotically put his jeans on underwater and stood up, brining half of the spa water with him.

"Uh. . ." The girl's eyes went wide with shock. "The hotel has towels out by the main pool."

"Let's just go Shuichi." Restraining a laugh I gingerly shook my head with embarrassment. Leave it to Aya, the only man who can retain a shred of dignity after being caught making out by a midget of a woman then having to walk away in soaking wet jeans with, what I gauged to be, the remnants of an erection. So, I did get to the assassin after all ey?. . .