Chapter 6
Summary: It's the morning after Ken had to share a bed with Aya. They're gone home and Yohji has given his expert opinion on the current situation. Now how should Ken proceed with developing his relationship with Aya?
Hugs and love to:
Moonraven – You're not a baka! You're an ultra sweet sweet ne-chan who spoils me with compliments! I was so happy you like my Yotan! And yes I'm working on the Y-O for you!
complained – Thank you! I hope this is fast enough? Ken needs to confess doesn't he? Read on to see if he does or not! Another Y-O fangirl! *cheers* So am I – so that should answer your question!
forbidding – Ran's reaction to Ken rubbing himself on Yohji? Do you really think it'd be nothing? I don't think Ran is that easygoing to not misread that one… Ken appreciates your concern – yes he's gonna need courage isn't he?
Kira – *laugh* Lurk as much as you like – I love lurkers who leave reviews! And thank you for your lovely comments! So happy people like my Yohji! He's great fun to write!
Zeto – I don't know if the lie technique works – it was mentioned in the movie 'The Negotiator' which is where I remembered it from. Yes Tas-chan is the best! Well the best FY char anyway – I don't think anyone tops Aya and Ken for me! Love them to bits! Argh! I'm getting to the romance bit – promise!
Xellas – The Asuka bit is only good because you helped me fix it! Arigatou! And I knew you would like Yohji's t-shirt! I'll keep the chocolate covered lemon in mind…
Heather – Ah but Yotan has his own problems so he hasn't got enough time to let Aya know about Ken's real feelings – Ken's gonna have to do the work himself! Thanks for your sweet comments – gratuitous lemon is good – but it's nice to have people appreciate a long drawn out romance too. The romance is coming – I swear it is!
Red_Neko – Thank you so much! You're making my head swell with all your comments! Hope you enjoy this chapter too!
MidnightLoner – You can tell me if the lie technique works – I have no idea myself! I heard about it in a movie. I thought it was fun to make Yohji go running too – hard to imagine, but fun nevertheless. He really wanted to find out what Ken was up to! The mission was mentioned in the earlier chapters – but will come up again in the latest chapter. Hope you like!
Moki-chan – Thank you! I am so happy that you like this little fic! Is this soon enough?!
Minerva Teller of Tales - You like my Yotan too! *happiest smile* You like the image of Ken flashing his butt to Aya? *laugh* You hentai! Not that I can talk, I wrote it, so what does that make me?! Anyway hope you like this latest instalment!
Time for more bishie torture!
The meeting was over and Ken shifted his feet nervously as he waited for Aya. He was waiting outside the garage, simply soaking up the sun. Actually he was taking the time to gather his thoughts and prepare for the sensory onslaught of Aya's presence behind him on the motorbike.
The mission was progressing well. Omi's research had turned up several possible locations for the elusive Sato. He and Yohji were going to stakeout some of the places tonight. It was interesting that Sato hadn't gone completely underground – he had been spotted at a club in one of the seedier areas of Tokyo. Perhaps he felt safe in the gang-patrolled club. Who knew? Omi had also revealed that the Black Devil's leader had been sighted at the same location, albeit at a different time. The young strategist wanted to get both of the men. Omi had a strong set of ethics against what he called the 'bad ones'. Forgiveness was not an option. [1]
Aya had been pleased with the plan and had nodded his approval at the young blonde. Ken sighed as he remembered. Why couldn't he ever make Aya ever look at him like that?
He was staring blankly into space when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Ne Kenken, I've got a suggestion for you," Yohji whispered, "I really think you need to get Aya alone and just gradually build up your relationship. The chibi's cooking dinner tonight, so if you guys aren't working, why don't you casually suggest to Aya to go out for dinner? Just the two of you."
Ken smiled gratefully. "Yeah I could do that. Thanks Yotan, appreciate it."
"Appreciate what?" Aya's deep voice was heard from the door.
Ken and Yohji looked up, like two schoolboys caught doing something naughty. Ken blushed as Yohji just smirked.
"Nothing. See ya later." Yohji waved a hand as he departed back into the house.
Aya followed Yohji's lazy departure before his head snapped back to look at Ken. Ken had been watching Aya's face instead and he wasn't quick enough to look away from Aya's piercing gaze.
Ken expected a question about what he and Yohji had been up to, but instead all he received was a quizzical look.
"Ready to go?" Aya reached for his helmet.
Ken nodded. He flipped down his visor and mounted the bike. Aya climbed on and wrapped his arms around Ken's waist as Ken started revving the engine.
Once again Ken experienced the sweet torture of having Aya pressed up against him. Looking down at the white hands wrapped around his abdomen, he unconsciously shivered as he wishfully imagined a future time and place when those same hands would be willingly wrapped around him, not just on a motorbike.
Suddenly he felt Aya press even closer to him, holding him just a little bit more firmly.
"Are you cold Ken?" Kami-sama! Aya thought he was shivering because he was cold?! He was overheated if anything. But the feeling of Aya was holding him even closer was so nice, Ken didn't want it to end. He debated with himself whether to lie or not.
"Nah, I'm fine," Ken eventually decided on the truth. Otherwise he'd likely slip up again in the future.
"Let's go then." Even after Ken responded, Aya didn't release his grip on the brunette. But hey – Ken wasn't going to complain about something that felt so good. He was being rewarded for his honesty!
The ride passed all too quickly and they were soon pulling up at the Kawasaki estate. After flashing some IDs, they were waved through the gates and made their way up to the garages.
Ken sighed in disappointment as he turned off the motor. The bike was excellent, but it was the combined experience with the bike which made him look sadly at the shiny black metal.
Aya rested a hand on Ken's shoulder. "It's good, isn't it? We'll have to see if we can borrow it again some time."
Ken's head snapped up in surprise. Aya said 'we'. Did that mean Aya wanted to ride on the bike again? With him? He masked his astonishment with a cheeky smile. "Sure Aya. I'd love a chance to borrow this again. I didn't get a chance to see how fast this baby can really go. Didn't want to scare you too much."
Aya's lips curved slightly. "I'd be interested in seeing how fast you can make this bike go. You think you can scare me Ken?" He gave Ken a slightly challenging look but there was a hint of laughter in his violet eyes.
Ken laughed at Aya's expression. Somehow they'd returned back to their comfortable relationship. Ken didn't know how that had happened, but he thanked whatever gods were looking out for him today.
"A bike is totally different from a car Aya. I can reach top speed in like half the time it takes with your Porsche."
"Speed junkie."
"Like you can talk." Ken bantered back as they started walking towards the house.
"I drive very sensibly I'll have you know."
"Yeah right! How about that time we went grocery shopping and that guy cut you off at the intersection? He was eating your dust as soon as we got on the highway and Omi was complaining about whiplash when we got home!" Ken exclaimed loudly.
"Konnichiwa Ken-kun! Aya-san! Who's eating whose dust? And what's wrong with Omi-san?" Yuriko bounced down the stairs to greet them. She beamed at them both, easily noticing their ease with each other. Ken couldn't help but return her smile.
"Konnichiwa Yuriko-san."
"Hey Ken what did you think of the 1400? It's good, ne?" Yuriko didn't even leave Ken a chance to greet her or Aya to answer her questions.
"Konnichiwa Yuri-chan. Yeah the bike was really good. Suspension felt excellent, really smooth and the steering was so light. The acceleration wasn't too bad either."
Yuriko laughed at Ken's smirk. "Baka! You just watch out for semi-trailers okay?! I'm not there to pick you up this time! Anyway Koichi-kun is in the study. Let's go join him so we can confirm what we're doing today." Yuriko linked arms with them both and happily dragged them along with her.
As it turned out, the schedule was fairly light as Yuriko and Koichi were having a family dinner at home tonight. Aya and Ken would only be needed until the early evening.
Ken smiled. Maybe he would get the chance to spend some time alone with Aya today.
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Yohji waved nonchalantly at the sales girl as he departed the leather store. He'd been shopping for clothes to wear to the club which Omi and he were planning to stakeout tonight. He'd volunteered to get their clothes and Omi had hurriedly agreed as he ran off to school.
Yohji's thoughts turned to the young dart-wielding assassin. He couldn't work out Omi what Omi was thinking at all. He would describe Omi as genki and cheerful. Also extremely intelligent, being Weiss' strategist and chief researcher.
A sigh made its way past Yohji's lips. Why couldn't he get his mind off that incident? All Yohji could think about was the boy that he'd seen in the club two days ago. That scantily clad and extremely appealing boy. Could that possibly have been Omi? If only he hadn't disappeared so fast. But Yohji didn't think Omi went to clubs. It just didn't fit Omi's squeaky clean schoolboy image.
This was the conclusion Yohji always came to and it always made him feel disappointed. He could admit it now. He was attracted to the young blonde. Over the past few months, he'd realised just how much he loved seeing Omi's big blue eyes light up when he smiled, how much he enjoyed hearing Omi's laughter, and heaven help him, how much he craved the feel of Omi in his arms.
This morning's tussle had seemed playful but there was nothing playful about the way Yohji had longed to pull Omi into his arms and hold him close. But he hadn't wanted to scare away the younger boy, so he'd opted for a head lock and some tickling instead. Omi had accepted that as normal behaviour. Yohji groaned as he remembered the feeling of the lithe squirming body against his bare chest.
Yohji was a toucher by nature, so he'd always been able to touch Omi in a big brotherly way. It was both good and bad. It was like feeding a craving which had now grown into an obsession.
He smiled to himself as the shopping bags bounced against his leg. He'd thought of a way to use the mission for his own personal gain. He'd bought a near replica of that boy's outfit and was planning to closely monitor Omi's reaction to the clothes. If it had been Omi, he'd likely react to the outfit, and if not, either way Yohji got a real version of his dream. Pretty damn clever, if he thought so himself, Yohji thought as he lit up a cigarette. He thanked the stupid target that he had appeared in that club – a club known for its seedy clientele and equally seedy reputation.
****
The sun had set and the stars were beginning to appear in the dark sky when Ken and Aya finished their duties for the day.
Aya looked at his watch. "We should get back to the Koneko. We can help the others with their stakeout."
Ken sighed. "Do we have to? We worked late last night. They can work late tonight."
Aya gave him a surprised look. "I thought you would want to go with them. The club is in one of the worst areas of Tokyo. They may need the backup, and I thought you'd want to know that Yohji… and Omi are safe."
Ken didn't miss the slight pause after Yohji's name. No way! Did Aya think there was something going on with him and Yohji? Ken would have to disabuse him of that notion. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Yotan will take care of Omi. We can give them a call and see if they want us to tag along, if you want." He looked over at Aya.
"I think that's a good idea." Aya nodded.
"But they're not going until much later tonight anyway. I'm glad we were able to finish early tonight." Ken stretched lazily. "I'm a bit tired from last night."
"So we should head home then."
"Aa…" Ken looked away from Aya as he spoke. "I was thinking that maybe we could grab a bite to eat before we go home."
There was silence from the redhead. When Ken finally looked at Aya, Aya had that unreadable look in his eyes. "You're tired but you want to go out to eat?"
"Yeah, it's too late to call the guys and ask them to fix us dinner as well. Besides they'll be talking about the mission, and I'd kinda like to have a few hours away from that, if that's all right with you. I'd like to have some decent conversation, not hearing about Yohji's latest conquest, Omi's day at school or the mission."
Ken watched Aya's expression as he spoke. At first, Aya's face had looked cool but it had softened as Ken continued.
"Hn. Let's grab the keys to the bike and let's go." Aya was already turning to walk to the garage.
Ken's eyes brightened as he hurried after Aya. Aya had suggested the bike! If he wasn't already in love with the redhead, he would definitely be now.
****
"Hey chibi." Yohji waved at Omi as entered the Koneko.
"Hiya Yohji-kun! Been busy today?" Omi reached for his apron and began tying the strings behind his back.
Yohji smiled lazily. "It's always busy. The girls just can't stay away from their Yohji Kudou. And since none of you other bishies are here, I have to tend to them all. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it." He sighed melodramatically.
Omi laughed. "I'll have to check with Momoe-san about how much work you really did." He looked around the store. "As we're not too busy now, maybe we can close early today. I've got some homework I need to get done tonight before we go out." Omi was ever careful not to mention their other occupation when in the Koneko.
"You go and do it Omitchi. I'll stay here and take care of it. I've already taken care of the after-school rush without you."
"Are you sure?" Omi looked uncertainly at Yohji.
"Yep, and when you finish up, you can get started on dinner." Yohji rubbed his flat stomach. "I'm starving!"
"You're always hungry when it's not your turn to cook! Anyway thanks Yohji-kun!" As Omi reached out to re-hook his apron on the wall, his t-shirt rode up to reveal an inch of golden skin.
Yohji sucked in a quick breath as he adjusted his sunglasses. What he wouldn't give to be able to touch and caress that revealed skin…
The sound of the door opening jerked him out of his reverie and Yohji pasted on a smile as he went to help the customer.
****
"So where are we going?" Aya handed his helmet to Ken for storage as he ran a casual hand through his hair, pulling the eartails back to their proper position.
Ken watched Aya. Those eartails were really very fascinating. "I don't think I've ever seen you tuck your eartails behind your ears like that."
Aya looked amused. "Usually I only do it when I'm sick or if it's really hot." [2]
"I see." Ken belatedly remembered Aya's question. "You didn't have any preference did you?"
"Not really. Somewhere quiet would be nice."
"There's a little place I know just around the corner. It's run by one of the mum's of one of the kids I coach. She's a great cook! Her nabeyaki udon is to die for! And her agedashi tofu – the best!" Ken was practically salivating at the thought.
Aya smirked at Ken's expression. "Lead on. It sounds good."
Ken bounced eagerly along the crowded street with Aya easily keeping up with him. He was feeling on top of the world. Aya and his relationship seemed back to normal, they'd borrowed the very powerful Kawasaki motorbike again and he was going to eat dinner with Aya!
Suddenly a group of teenage boys raced out of a nearby shop, pushing a path through the crowd. They were loud and boisterous as they forced their way against the flow of people.
The small girl walking in front of Ken was pushed roughly off her feet as the boys barged past.
Ken lunged for the girl but his knee caught on a businessman's briefcase. He could feel himself going down, but he concentrated only on reaching for the girl to break her fall.
Ken managed to get his arms out to catch the girl and could see himself falling spectacularly on his knees. Oh well, as long as the girl was not hurt, it didn't matter about his old jeans.
Unexpectedly Ken felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist pulling him back against a firm body for support. The girl stopped screaming as she felt Ken re-balance and looked up at her saviour in thankfulness.
"Arigatou gozaimasu oniisan! And to you too oniisan!" She giggled as she squirmed to be let down. "Okaasan! I was saved!"
As the girl squirmed, it caused Ken's body to rub against his own saviour. He could hardly move. Aya's body was pressed up so close to his – chest to back, thigh to thigh.
As the distinct smell of Aya permeated his senses, Ken belatedly realised that Aya had released him and Ken needed to let go of his saved package.
"There you go. Daijoubu desu ka?" He crouched down to the girl's level after setting her firmly on the ground.
"Hai! Arigatou gozaimasu!" The girl smiled and bowed before she ran off to join her relieved mother.
Ken stood up and looked over at Aya. The redhead was watching the departure of the girl.
"You're such a nice guy Ken." Ken felt his cheeks begin to flush at Aya's words.
"Aw… Anyone would have done the same thing. I couldn't let a kid like her get trampled now, could I? C'mon let's go. I'm starving!" Ken grabbed Aya's arm and began to pull him along.
After they had gone about ten metres, Ken realised that he was pulling his team leader along by the arm, and that surprisingly Aya was allowing himself to be pulled along. He blushed and abruptly dropped Aya's arm.
"Sumimasen. Forgot I was still hanging onto you." Even as he said it, Ken was groaning to himself over the cheesy excuse.
"It's fine." Aya responded easily and that was the end of their conversation until they reached the little restaurant.
"Irrashaimase! Ah! Hidaka-san! And you have brought a friend too! Welcome!" The motherly owner rushed over to greet them.
They were soon settled at a quiet table.
"So what do you want Aya?" Ken dropped his menu back on the table after a cursory glance.
"Hmm… Is their unagi good?" Aya nibbled on his bottom lip as he looked at the menu.
Ken almost groaned aloud. Why was everything that Aya did so sexy? It was driving him nuts.
"Yeah, it's all good." Ken began to play with his chopsticks to keep his hands occupied.
"Hmm… Okay I've decided." Aya motioned for the waitress.
They placed their orders and after the waitress left, Ken felt like fidgeting as Aya looked directly at him.
"I should call the others first to see if they need our assistance tonight," Aya said as he pulled out his cell phone.
"Sure." Ken rested his elbows on the table as he listened to Aya's responses to Yohji who had answered the phone at the Koneko. It sounded like Yohji and Omi did not require any extra help on their stakeout. Thank god.
"Are you sure?" Aya repeated. "Okay what time will you be back? I'll be waiting up to hear your status report when you return home. Your other option is a meeting at 8. Hn. What are we doing? We're eating dinner. At a restaurant. Don't you need to get ready? Hn. Here Ken." Aya held out the phone to Ken.
"Yotan, what's up?" Ken wondered what Yohji wanted. "Funny. Hey, take care tonight and make sure you keep an eye on Omi, okay? Don't say that so lasciviously you dirty old man. Yohji! Don't say things like that! Well not now anyway." Ken felt himself flush a little and risked a glance at Aya. But Aya was staring at the wall. "I gotta go. No call is required. Ja ne." Ken handed the phone back to Aya who took it wordlessly and put it back in his pocket.
"That Kudou," muttered Aya.
"What's wrong with Yohji?" asked Ken.
"I hope his mind's on the mission tonight, instead of on you." Aya looked grim.
"Nani?!" Ken practically yelled. 'Damn!' Ken thought, 'That's right Aya implied earlier that I would be concerned about Yohji.'
"It's okay Ken. I've worked it out." Aya looked at Ken emotionlessly, before he took a deep breath. "I hope you and Kudou will not let your romantic relationship interfere with Weiss."
****
"Moshi moshi." Yohji answered the phone at the Koneko. He'd just finished locking the front door and was busy counting out the register. "Oh hey Aya. Just closed up. Nah, we're cool, don't need yours or Kenken's assistance tonight. Yes I'm sure. Well depending on when and if the targets show up or not, we'll be home after that. Could be as late as 3am. Can't we give the report tomorrow? Aw, c'mon Aya. No I'm not getting up for an 8am meeting! I need my beauty sleep. Fine, wait up for us then. Anything else? So what are you guys doing? Still on guard duty? Eating dinner huh? Where at? Watcha eating? We've got a lot of time to get ready, don't worry! Hey can I talk to Ken?"
Yohji waited patiently as Ken took the phone. "Kenken! So you persuaded our fearless leader to have a quiet little dinner with you? Of course, I'll take really good care of the chibi. So got any after dinner plans? I just wanted to wish you luck and well don't do anything that I wouldn't do. That certainly leaves you with a lot of leeway, ne Ken? We'll be back late tonight, so the house is empty if you guys manage to have an amorous moment. Do you need us to call before we come back? He he! Ok, ja ne!"
Yohji chuckled to himself as he hung up the phone.
"What's funny Yohji-kun?" Omi opened the door.
"Nothing chibi. I was just teasing Ken. I could practically hear him blush." Yohji smirked.
"Oh. Are you finished in here? Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Omi smiled cheerily.
"Yep, just done. You're such a good cook Omitchi. I'll just put this in the safe then I'll join you in the kitchen."
"Okay."
Yohji smiled to himself as he put the day's takings in the safe. He washed his hands before turning off the lights as he left the room. It was good to do these ordinary things, keeping his mind off the mission and a certain blonde boy. Tonight was a big night for both himself and Ken. He shook his head at the thought of Ken and Aya. He really hoped those two worked themselves out.
The smell of frying tempura met Yohji as he walked to the kitchen. He paused at the doorway to admire the quick diligent way Omi approached all things he did including cooking.
Omi was wearing an apron to prevent oil from getting on his clothes. Yohji pushed down his sunglasses slightly so he could get a better look at the way the short apron strings dangled tantalisingly over Omi's firm rear. Those damn lucky apron strings. [3]
"Ok, prawns and fish done. Now to finish the last of the vegetables. I hope I cut enough sweet potato. Yohji-kun likes that." Omi muttered to himself.
"Yeah I do bishounen." Yohji peeled himself off the door frame. "Need a hand with anything?"
"Oh Yohji-kun, you're here. Can you please serve the rice and miso soup?" Omi blinked big surprised eyes at the older blonde, but quickly recovered his composure.
"Sure." But Yohji wandered over to where Omi was standing and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, peering into the wok. "Smells good." He wasn't just talking about the frying vegetables, but Omi would never know that.
"Arigatou!" Omi continued his work, seemingly unconcerned about Yohji's presence. "Careful or I'll get oil on you."
"Ok." Yohji straightened up and walked over to do what Omi previously requested of him. Omi's comment was so innocent, but yet his own mind was conjuring up images of what he'd like to do with oil and Omi. The image of the young blonde naked and moaning on the kitchen table while Yohji ran an oil-slicked finger teasingly down Omi's belly causing the younger boy's hips to roll up enticingly, moaning breathily the name of his torturer. "Yohji-kun… please…"
Yohji gave a start of surprise when he felt Omi's hand pull on his arm. "Yohji-kun! I've called you twice now. You're really out of it. Are you feeling okay?"
Yohji looked down into concerned blue eyes. Omi really was the sweetest. "I'm fine Omitchi. Just daydreaming for a moment. Now what did you want?"
Omi looked at him strangely, before smiling cheerfully. "Hurry up with that rice. The tempura is all done."
"Hai." Yohji rushed to do Omi's bidding.
Dinner passed quickly and cheerfully as Omi chattered about his school day. The conversation progressed to the mission plan for the night.
"I think we'll have to postpone the icecream today chibi. I don't think we'll have enough time."
"Are you sure? Okay! But don't forget you owe me a big icecream sundae!" Yohji chuckled at Omi's anxious expression.
"I won't forget, but I'm sure you'll remind me if I do."
"Did you get me some clothes for the mission today Yohji-kun?"
"Yep. They're in the bad next to your desk in your room. I think the sizes should be good. Let me know if anything is not right." Yohji feigned nonchalance. He couldn't wait to see Omi in those clothes.
"Ok, so just to reiterate the mission plan tonight." Omi reverted to serious mode. "We've got the names of the some gang members and they are expected to be in that club tonight. We need to confirm the location of Sato and their leader, but it is possible they will be there also. You're going to pretend to be an arms dealer looking for some highly exotic weapons for a client, and you will only deal with the boss. This should be a certain way to get a meeting as soon as possible. The wedding is only five days away and I'm worried that their plans will be executed soon. If the targets are not sighted at the first club, we will proceed to the other two clubs on the list. "
"Yep. Got it. And chibi, you better stick closely to me. You're not used to these places."
"I've been to clubs before!" Omi sounded annoyed.
"Yeah, but only that one time for a mission. Just be sure to stay with me okay? Ken told me to take care of you, as if he needed to tell me." Yohji feigned an annoyed look.
"Ken-kun said that? Okay, well I better finish my homework before we need to go. Is your wire ready for tonight?" At Yohji's nod, Omi continued. "Good, I'm also taking a few darts for protection. Come and call me when we need to go. Thanks for doing the dishes Yohji-kun!" Omi smiled cheerfully as he departed quickly after his last comment.
Yohji shook his head as he piled the dirty dishes in the sink. It was a good thing that Omi didn't know how much power he had over the older blonde.
~ tbc ~
[1] Gotta love their cheesy mottos! Omi's is 'Never forgive the bad ones'.
[2] When Koyasu-sama had those damn sexy eartails, that's what he used to do! Honto ni!
[3] This concept is borrowed from Astralkitten's fabulous Aya-Ken fic 'Flower Arrangements and Apron Strings' – hope you don't mind Astralkitten!
Well that was a different episode-type chapter. Interesting to write – hope it was as interesting to read!
Summary: It's the morning after Ken had to share a bed with Aya. They're gone home and Yohji has given his expert opinion on the current situation. Now how should Ken proceed with developing his relationship with Aya?
Hugs and love to:
Moonraven – You're not a baka! You're an ultra sweet sweet ne-chan who spoils me with compliments! I was so happy you like my Yotan! And yes I'm working on the Y-O for you!
complained – Thank you! I hope this is fast enough? Ken needs to confess doesn't he? Read on to see if he does or not! Another Y-O fangirl! *cheers* So am I – so that should answer your question!
forbidding – Ran's reaction to Ken rubbing himself on Yohji? Do you really think it'd be nothing? I don't think Ran is that easygoing to not misread that one… Ken appreciates your concern – yes he's gonna need courage isn't he?
Kira – *laugh* Lurk as much as you like – I love lurkers who leave reviews! And thank you for your lovely comments! So happy people like my Yohji! He's great fun to write!
Zeto – I don't know if the lie technique works – it was mentioned in the movie 'The Negotiator' which is where I remembered it from. Yes Tas-chan is the best! Well the best FY char anyway – I don't think anyone tops Aya and Ken for me! Love them to bits! Argh! I'm getting to the romance bit – promise!
Xellas – The Asuka bit is only good because you helped me fix it! Arigatou! And I knew you would like Yohji's t-shirt! I'll keep the chocolate covered lemon in mind…
Heather – Ah but Yotan has his own problems so he hasn't got enough time to let Aya know about Ken's real feelings – Ken's gonna have to do the work himself! Thanks for your sweet comments – gratuitous lemon is good – but it's nice to have people appreciate a long drawn out romance too. The romance is coming – I swear it is!
Red_Neko – Thank you so much! You're making my head swell with all your comments! Hope you enjoy this chapter too!
MidnightLoner – You can tell me if the lie technique works – I have no idea myself! I heard about it in a movie. I thought it was fun to make Yohji go running too – hard to imagine, but fun nevertheless. He really wanted to find out what Ken was up to! The mission was mentioned in the earlier chapters – but will come up again in the latest chapter. Hope you like!
Moki-chan – Thank you! I am so happy that you like this little fic! Is this soon enough?!
Minerva Teller of Tales - You like my Yotan too! *happiest smile* You like the image of Ken flashing his butt to Aya? *laugh* You hentai! Not that I can talk, I wrote it, so what does that make me?! Anyway hope you like this latest instalment!
Time for more bishie torture!
The meeting was over and Ken shifted his feet nervously as he waited for Aya. He was waiting outside the garage, simply soaking up the sun. Actually he was taking the time to gather his thoughts and prepare for the sensory onslaught of Aya's presence behind him on the motorbike.
The mission was progressing well. Omi's research had turned up several possible locations for the elusive Sato. He and Yohji were going to stakeout some of the places tonight. It was interesting that Sato hadn't gone completely underground – he had been spotted at a club in one of the seedier areas of Tokyo. Perhaps he felt safe in the gang-patrolled club. Who knew? Omi had also revealed that the Black Devil's leader had been sighted at the same location, albeit at a different time. The young strategist wanted to get both of the men. Omi had a strong set of ethics against what he called the 'bad ones'. Forgiveness was not an option. [1]
Aya had been pleased with the plan and had nodded his approval at the young blonde. Ken sighed as he remembered. Why couldn't he ever make Aya ever look at him like that?
He was staring blankly into space when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Ne Kenken, I've got a suggestion for you," Yohji whispered, "I really think you need to get Aya alone and just gradually build up your relationship. The chibi's cooking dinner tonight, so if you guys aren't working, why don't you casually suggest to Aya to go out for dinner? Just the two of you."
Ken smiled gratefully. "Yeah I could do that. Thanks Yotan, appreciate it."
"Appreciate what?" Aya's deep voice was heard from the door.
Ken and Yohji looked up, like two schoolboys caught doing something naughty. Ken blushed as Yohji just smirked.
"Nothing. See ya later." Yohji waved a hand as he departed back into the house.
Aya followed Yohji's lazy departure before his head snapped back to look at Ken. Ken had been watching Aya's face instead and he wasn't quick enough to look away from Aya's piercing gaze.
Ken expected a question about what he and Yohji had been up to, but instead all he received was a quizzical look.
"Ready to go?" Aya reached for his helmet.
Ken nodded. He flipped down his visor and mounted the bike. Aya climbed on and wrapped his arms around Ken's waist as Ken started revving the engine.
Once again Ken experienced the sweet torture of having Aya pressed up against him. Looking down at the white hands wrapped around his abdomen, he unconsciously shivered as he wishfully imagined a future time and place when those same hands would be willingly wrapped around him, not just on a motorbike.
Suddenly he felt Aya press even closer to him, holding him just a little bit more firmly.
"Are you cold Ken?" Kami-sama! Aya thought he was shivering because he was cold?! He was overheated if anything. But the feeling of Aya was holding him even closer was so nice, Ken didn't want it to end. He debated with himself whether to lie or not.
"Nah, I'm fine," Ken eventually decided on the truth. Otherwise he'd likely slip up again in the future.
"Let's go then." Even after Ken responded, Aya didn't release his grip on the brunette. But hey – Ken wasn't going to complain about something that felt so good. He was being rewarded for his honesty!
The ride passed all too quickly and they were soon pulling up at the Kawasaki estate. After flashing some IDs, they were waved through the gates and made their way up to the garages.
Ken sighed in disappointment as he turned off the motor. The bike was excellent, but it was the combined experience with the bike which made him look sadly at the shiny black metal.
Aya rested a hand on Ken's shoulder. "It's good, isn't it? We'll have to see if we can borrow it again some time."
Ken's head snapped up in surprise. Aya said 'we'. Did that mean Aya wanted to ride on the bike again? With him? He masked his astonishment with a cheeky smile. "Sure Aya. I'd love a chance to borrow this again. I didn't get a chance to see how fast this baby can really go. Didn't want to scare you too much."
Aya's lips curved slightly. "I'd be interested in seeing how fast you can make this bike go. You think you can scare me Ken?" He gave Ken a slightly challenging look but there was a hint of laughter in his violet eyes.
Ken laughed at Aya's expression. Somehow they'd returned back to their comfortable relationship. Ken didn't know how that had happened, but he thanked whatever gods were looking out for him today.
"A bike is totally different from a car Aya. I can reach top speed in like half the time it takes with your Porsche."
"Speed junkie."
"Like you can talk." Ken bantered back as they started walking towards the house.
"I drive very sensibly I'll have you know."
"Yeah right! How about that time we went grocery shopping and that guy cut you off at the intersection? He was eating your dust as soon as we got on the highway and Omi was complaining about whiplash when we got home!" Ken exclaimed loudly.
"Konnichiwa Ken-kun! Aya-san! Who's eating whose dust? And what's wrong with Omi-san?" Yuriko bounced down the stairs to greet them. She beamed at them both, easily noticing their ease with each other. Ken couldn't help but return her smile.
"Konnichiwa Yuriko-san."
"Hey Ken what did you think of the 1400? It's good, ne?" Yuriko didn't even leave Ken a chance to greet her or Aya to answer her questions.
"Konnichiwa Yuri-chan. Yeah the bike was really good. Suspension felt excellent, really smooth and the steering was so light. The acceleration wasn't too bad either."
Yuriko laughed at Ken's smirk. "Baka! You just watch out for semi-trailers okay?! I'm not there to pick you up this time! Anyway Koichi-kun is in the study. Let's go join him so we can confirm what we're doing today." Yuriko linked arms with them both and happily dragged them along with her.
As it turned out, the schedule was fairly light as Yuriko and Koichi were having a family dinner at home tonight. Aya and Ken would only be needed until the early evening.
Ken smiled. Maybe he would get the chance to spend some time alone with Aya today.
****
Yohji waved nonchalantly at the sales girl as he departed the leather store. He'd been shopping for clothes to wear to the club which Omi and he were planning to stakeout tonight. He'd volunteered to get their clothes and Omi had hurriedly agreed as he ran off to school.
Yohji's thoughts turned to the young dart-wielding assassin. He couldn't work out Omi what Omi was thinking at all. He would describe Omi as genki and cheerful. Also extremely intelligent, being Weiss' strategist and chief researcher.
A sigh made its way past Yohji's lips. Why couldn't he get his mind off that incident? All Yohji could think about was the boy that he'd seen in the club two days ago. That scantily clad and extremely appealing boy. Could that possibly have been Omi? If only he hadn't disappeared so fast. But Yohji didn't think Omi went to clubs. It just didn't fit Omi's squeaky clean schoolboy image.
This was the conclusion Yohji always came to and it always made him feel disappointed. He could admit it now. He was attracted to the young blonde. Over the past few months, he'd realised just how much he loved seeing Omi's big blue eyes light up when he smiled, how much he enjoyed hearing Omi's laughter, and heaven help him, how much he craved the feel of Omi in his arms.
This morning's tussle had seemed playful but there was nothing playful about the way Yohji had longed to pull Omi into his arms and hold him close. But he hadn't wanted to scare away the younger boy, so he'd opted for a head lock and some tickling instead. Omi had accepted that as normal behaviour. Yohji groaned as he remembered the feeling of the lithe squirming body against his bare chest.
Yohji was a toucher by nature, so he'd always been able to touch Omi in a big brotherly way. It was both good and bad. It was like feeding a craving which had now grown into an obsession.
He smiled to himself as the shopping bags bounced against his leg. He'd thought of a way to use the mission for his own personal gain. He'd bought a near replica of that boy's outfit and was planning to closely monitor Omi's reaction to the clothes. If it had been Omi, he'd likely react to the outfit, and if not, either way Yohji got a real version of his dream. Pretty damn clever, if he thought so himself, Yohji thought as he lit up a cigarette. He thanked the stupid target that he had appeared in that club – a club known for its seedy clientele and equally seedy reputation.
****
The sun had set and the stars were beginning to appear in the dark sky when Ken and Aya finished their duties for the day.
Aya looked at his watch. "We should get back to the Koneko. We can help the others with their stakeout."
Ken sighed. "Do we have to? We worked late last night. They can work late tonight."
Aya gave him a surprised look. "I thought you would want to go with them. The club is in one of the worst areas of Tokyo. They may need the backup, and I thought you'd want to know that Yohji… and Omi are safe."
Ken didn't miss the slight pause after Yohji's name. No way! Did Aya think there was something going on with him and Yohji? Ken would have to disabuse him of that notion. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Yotan will take care of Omi. We can give them a call and see if they want us to tag along, if you want." He looked over at Aya.
"I think that's a good idea." Aya nodded.
"But they're not going until much later tonight anyway. I'm glad we were able to finish early tonight." Ken stretched lazily. "I'm a bit tired from last night."
"So we should head home then."
"Aa…" Ken looked away from Aya as he spoke. "I was thinking that maybe we could grab a bite to eat before we go home."
There was silence from the redhead. When Ken finally looked at Aya, Aya had that unreadable look in his eyes. "You're tired but you want to go out to eat?"
"Yeah, it's too late to call the guys and ask them to fix us dinner as well. Besides they'll be talking about the mission, and I'd kinda like to have a few hours away from that, if that's all right with you. I'd like to have some decent conversation, not hearing about Yohji's latest conquest, Omi's day at school or the mission."
Ken watched Aya's expression as he spoke. At first, Aya's face had looked cool but it had softened as Ken continued.
"Hn. Let's grab the keys to the bike and let's go." Aya was already turning to walk to the garage.
Ken's eyes brightened as he hurried after Aya. Aya had suggested the bike! If he wasn't already in love with the redhead, he would definitely be now.
****
"Hey chibi." Yohji waved at Omi as entered the Koneko.
"Hiya Yohji-kun! Been busy today?" Omi reached for his apron and began tying the strings behind his back.
Yohji smiled lazily. "It's always busy. The girls just can't stay away from their Yohji Kudou. And since none of you other bishies are here, I have to tend to them all. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it." He sighed melodramatically.
Omi laughed. "I'll have to check with Momoe-san about how much work you really did." He looked around the store. "As we're not too busy now, maybe we can close early today. I've got some homework I need to get done tonight before we go out." Omi was ever careful not to mention their other occupation when in the Koneko.
"You go and do it Omitchi. I'll stay here and take care of it. I've already taken care of the after-school rush without you."
"Are you sure?" Omi looked uncertainly at Yohji.
"Yep, and when you finish up, you can get started on dinner." Yohji rubbed his flat stomach. "I'm starving!"
"You're always hungry when it's not your turn to cook! Anyway thanks Yohji-kun!" As Omi reached out to re-hook his apron on the wall, his t-shirt rode up to reveal an inch of golden skin.
Yohji sucked in a quick breath as he adjusted his sunglasses. What he wouldn't give to be able to touch and caress that revealed skin…
The sound of the door opening jerked him out of his reverie and Yohji pasted on a smile as he went to help the customer.
****
"So where are we going?" Aya handed his helmet to Ken for storage as he ran a casual hand through his hair, pulling the eartails back to their proper position.
Ken watched Aya. Those eartails were really very fascinating. "I don't think I've ever seen you tuck your eartails behind your ears like that."
Aya looked amused. "Usually I only do it when I'm sick or if it's really hot." [2]
"I see." Ken belatedly remembered Aya's question. "You didn't have any preference did you?"
"Not really. Somewhere quiet would be nice."
"There's a little place I know just around the corner. It's run by one of the mum's of one of the kids I coach. She's a great cook! Her nabeyaki udon is to die for! And her agedashi tofu – the best!" Ken was practically salivating at the thought.
Aya smirked at Ken's expression. "Lead on. It sounds good."
Ken bounced eagerly along the crowded street with Aya easily keeping up with him. He was feeling on top of the world. Aya and his relationship seemed back to normal, they'd borrowed the very powerful Kawasaki motorbike again and he was going to eat dinner with Aya!
Suddenly a group of teenage boys raced out of a nearby shop, pushing a path through the crowd. They were loud and boisterous as they forced their way against the flow of people.
The small girl walking in front of Ken was pushed roughly off her feet as the boys barged past.
Ken lunged for the girl but his knee caught on a businessman's briefcase. He could feel himself going down, but he concentrated only on reaching for the girl to break her fall.
Ken managed to get his arms out to catch the girl and could see himself falling spectacularly on his knees. Oh well, as long as the girl was not hurt, it didn't matter about his old jeans.
Unexpectedly Ken felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist pulling him back against a firm body for support. The girl stopped screaming as she felt Ken re-balance and looked up at her saviour in thankfulness.
"Arigatou gozaimasu oniisan! And to you too oniisan!" She giggled as she squirmed to be let down. "Okaasan! I was saved!"
As the girl squirmed, it caused Ken's body to rub against his own saviour. He could hardly move. Aya's body was pressed up so close to his – chest to back, thigh to thigh.
As the distinct smell of Aya permeated his senses, Ken belatedly realised that Aya had released him and Ken needed to let go of his saved package.
"There you go. Daijoubu desu ka?" He crouched down to the girl's level after setting her firmly on the ground.
"Hai! Arigatou gozaimasu!" The girl smiled and bowed before she ran off to join her relieved mother.
Ken stood up and looked over at Aya. The redhead was watching the departure of the girl.
"You're such a nice guy Ken." Ken felt his cheeks begin to flush at Aya's words.
"Aw… Anyone would have done the same thing. I couldn't let a kid like her get trampled now, could I? C'mon let's go. I'm starving!" Ken grabbed Aya's arm and began to pull him along.
After they had gone about ten metres, Ken realised that he was pulling his team leader along by the arm, and that surprisingly Aya was allowing himself to be pulled along. He blushed and abruptly dropped Aya's arm.
"Sumimasen. Forgot I was still hanging onto you." Even as he said it, Ken was groaning to himself over the cheesy excuse.
"It's fine." Aya responded easily and that was the end of their conversation until they reached the little restaurant.
"Irrashaimase! Ah! Hidaka-san! And you have brought a friend too! Welcome!" The motherly owner rushed over to greet them.
They were soon settled at a quiet table.
"So what do you want Aya?" Ken dropped his menu back on the table after a cursory glance.
"Hmm… Is their unagi good?" Aya nibbled on his bottom lip as he looked at the menu.
Ken almost groaned aloud. Why was everything that Aya did so sexy? It was driving him nuts.
"Yeah, it's all good." Ken began to play with his chopsticks to keep his hands occupied.
"Hmm… Okay I've decided." Aya motioned for the waitress.
They placed their orders and after the waitress left, Ken felt like fidgeting as Aya looked directly at him.
"I should call the others first to see if they need our assistance tonight," Aya said as he pulled out his cell phone.
"Sure." Ken rested his elbows on the table as he listened to Aya's responses to Yohji who had answered the phone at the Koneko. It sounded like Yohji and Omi did not require any extra help on their stakeout. Thank god.
"Are you sure?" Aya repeated. "Okay what time will you be back? I'll be waiting up to hear your status report when you return home. Your other option is a meeting at 8. Hn. What are we doing? We're eating dinner. At a restaurant. Don't you need to get ready? Hn. Here Ken." Aya held out the phone to Ken.
"Yotan, what's up?" Ken wondered what Yohji wanted. "Funny. Hey, take care tonight and make sure you keep an eye on Omi, okay? Don't say that so lasciviously you dirty old man. Yohji! Don't say things like that! Well not now anyway." Ken felt himself flush a little and risked a glance at Aya. But Aya was staring at the wall. "I gotta go. No call is required. Ja ne." Ken handed the phone back to Aya who took it wordlessly and put it back in his pocket.
"That Kudou," muttered Aya.
"What's wrong with Yohji?" asked Ken.
"I hope his mind's on the mission tonight, instead of on you." Aya looked grim.
"Nani?!" Ken practically yelled. 'Damn!' Ken thought, 'That's right Aya implied earlier that I would be concerned about Yohji.'
"It's okay Ken. I've worked it out." Aya looked at Ken emotionlessly, before he took a deep breath. "I hope you and Kudou will not let your romantic relationship interfere with Weiss."
****
"Moshi moshi." Yohji answered the phone at the Koneko. He'd just finished locking the front door and was busy counting out the register. "Oh hey Aya. Just closed up. Nah, we're cool, don't need yours or Kenken's assistance tonight. Yes I'm sure. Well depending on when and if the targets show up or not, we'll be home after that. Could be as late as 3am. Can't we give the report tomorrow? Aw, c'mon Aya. No I'm not getting up for an 8am meeting! I need my beauty sleep. Fine, wait up for us then. Anything else? So what are you guys doing? Still on guard duty? Eating dinner huh? Where at? Watcha eating? We've got a lot of time to get ready, don't worry! Hey can I talk to Ken?"
Yohji waited patiently as Ken took the phone. "Kenken! So you persuaded our fearless leader to have a quiet little dinner with you? Of course, I'll take really good care of the chibi. So got any after dinner plans? I just wanted to wish you luck and well don't do anything that I wouldn't do. That certainly leaves you with a lot of leeway, ne Ken? We'll be back late tonight, so the house is empty if you guys manage to have an amorous moment. Do you need us to call before we come back? He he! Ok, ja ne!"
Yohji chuckled to himself as he hung up the phone.
"What's funny Yohji-kun?" Omi opened the door.
"Nothing chibi. I was just teasing Ken. I could practically hear him blush." Yohji smirked.
"Oh. Are you finished in here? Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Omi smiled cheerily.
"Yep, just done. You're such a good cook Omitchi. I'll just put this in the safe then I'll join you in the kitchen."
"Okay."
Yohji smiled to himself as he put the day's takings in the safe. He washed his hands before turning off the lights as he left the room. It was good to do these ordinary things, keeping his mind off the mission and a certain blonde boy. Tonight was a big night for both himself and Ken. He shook his head at the thought of Ken and Aya. He really hoped those two worked themselves out.
The smell of frying tempura met Yohji as he walked to the kitchen. He paused at the doorway to admire the quick diligent way Omi approached all things he did including cooking.
Omi was wearing an apron to prevent oil from getting on his clothes. Yohji pushed down his sunglasses slightly so he could get a better look at the way the short apron strings dangled tantalisingly over Omi's firm rear. Those damn lucky apron strings. [3]
"Ok, prawns and fish done. Now to finish the last of the vegetables. I hope I cut enough sweet potato. Yohji-kun likes that." Omi muttered to himself.
"Yeah I do bishounen." Yohji peeled himself off the door frame. "Need a hand with anything?"
"Oh Yohji-kun, you're here. Can you please serve the rice and miso soup?" Omi blinked big surprised eyes at the older blonde, but quickly recovered his composure.
"Sure." But Yohji wandered over to where Omi was standing and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, peering into the wok. "Smells good." He wasn't just talking about the frying vegetables, but Omi would never know that.
"Arigatou!" Omi continued his work, seemingly unconcerned about Yohji's presence. "Careful or I'll get oil on you."
"Ok." Yohji straightened up and walked over to do what Omi previously requested of him. Omi's comment was so innocent, but yet his own mind was conjuring up images of what he'd like to do with oil and Omi. The image of the young blonde naked and moaning on the kitchen table while Yohji ran an oil-slicked finger teasingly down Omi's belly causing the younger boy's hips to roll up enticingly, moaning breathily the name of his torturer. "Yohji-kun… please…"
Yohji gave a start of surprise when he felt Omi's hand pull on his arm. "Yohji-kun! I've called you twice now. You're really out of it. Are you feeling okay?"
Yohji looked down into concerned blue eyes. Omi really was the sweetest. "I'm fine Omitchi. Just daydreaming for a moment. Now what did you want?"
Omi looked at him strangely, before smiling cheerfully. "Hurry up with that rice. The tempura is all done."
"Hai." Yohji rushed to do Omi's bidding.
Dinner passed quickly and cheerfully as Omi chattered about his school day. The conversation progressed to the mission plan for the night.
"I think we'll have to postpone the icecream today chibi. I don't think we'll have enough time."
"Are you sure? Okay! But don't forget you owe me a big icecream sundae!" Yohji chuckled at Omi's anxious expression.
"I won't forget, but I'm sure you'll remind me if I do."
"Did you get me some clothes for the mission today Yohji-kun?"
"Yep. They're in the bad next to your desk in your room. I think the sizes should be good. Let me know if anything is not right." Yohji feigned nonchalance. He couldn't wait to see Omi in those clothes.
"Ok, so just to reiterate the mission plan tonight." Omi reverted to serious mode. "We've got the names of the some gang members and they are expected to be in that club tonight. We need to confirm the location of Sato and their leader, but it is possible they will be there also. You're going to pretend to be an arms dealer looking for some highly exotic weapons for a client, and you will only deal with the boss. This should be a certain way to get a meeting as soon as possible. The wedding is only five days away and I'm worried that their plans will be executed soon. If the targets are not sighted at the first club, we will proceed to the other two clubs on the list. "
"Yep. Got it. And chibi, you better stick closely to me. You're not used to these places."
"I've been to clubs before!" Omi sounded annoyed.
"Yeah, but only that one time for a mission. Just be sure to stay with me okay? Ken told me to take care of you, as if he needed to tell me." Yohji feigned an annoyed look.
"Ken-kun said that? Okay, well I better finish my homework before we need to go. Is your wire ready for tonight?" At Yohji's nod, Omi continued. "Good, I'm also taking a few darts for protection. Come and call me when we need to go. Thanks for doing the dishes Yohji-kun!" Omi smiled cheerfully as he departed quickly after his last comment.
Yohji shook his head as he piled the dirty dishes in the sink. It was a good thing that Omi didn't know how much power he had over the older blonde.
~ tbc ~
[1] Gotta love their cheesy mottos! Omi's is 'Never forgive the bad ones'.
[2] When Koyasu-sama had those damn sexy eartails, that's what he used to do! Honto ni!
[3] This concept is borrowed from Astralkitten's fabulous Aya-Ken fic 'Flower Arrangements and Apron Strings' – hope you don't mind Astralkitten!
Well that was a different episode-type chapter. Interesting to write – hope it was as interesting to read!