Chapter 7
Summary: Aya thinks Ken and Yohji are together – what will Ken do? And Yohji and Omi are off to the club for the mission, but what's different about Omi? Read on…
Hugs and kisses to:
Wildfire2 – Thank you so much! I am truly touched when people say they like my stuff! Hope you like this latest one!
Moonraven – I know how much you love Y-O, so I'm so glad you like it! You want snuggling? I'll have to see what I can come up with for my ne-chan!
Moki-chan – Ran jealous? Now what gives you that idea? *innocent look* But don't worry, I'm not gonna torment him much longer… It hasn't been too long since I last posted, so hope the suspense hasn't been too bad!
Heather – I'm so happy you liked the phone conversation – I think it's really interesting! Yeah my Ken is a bit shy isn't he? I'm sure Aya will know what to do with him… *hentai giggle* Let me know what you think of Omi after this chapter, ne?
Li Alura – Arigatou gozaimasu! Wow! You described it as uber-awesome? *blushes* Read on to see what Ken does and if Yohji's stopped drooling yet!
naoe – Great nick! Thank you for reading and letting me know you like it! Hope this update was fast enough!
Xellas – You're kawaii too! *giggles* Thank you so much for your help – I love reading your comments! They're so helpful and funny! Hope you can get back to writing soon! (and my email too… hint hint)
Solaris1 – Thank you for the review! I'll make it up to Aya, I just enjoy tormenting the poor bishie too much…
Minerva Teller of Tales – I'm so glad you liked! I'm a hentai queen? *giggles* I'll definitely have to write that lemon scene now… (I'm awful teasing you like this, ne?) Hope you like this one!
forbidding – Oh, please don't hate my Yotan! He's really trying to help – and Ken needs the help! Yep, I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so it's mandatory on all my fics!
Kira – Thanks! Lots more Yohji-Omi fun in this chapter and read on to see what's happening with Aya… I think I could update more quickly… I'm supposed to be studying now - I'm so bad!
Zeto – Yep, I know all the mottos. I'm such a WK fangirl! Aya's is 'Neither devil nor death, I am just a murder' (lovely piece of Engrish there Koyasu-sama!), Ken's is 'It's too late to confess now' and Yohji's is 'Women's enemy is mine'. I love them to death – but they are cheesy. I love eartails – Koyasu looked so good with eartails – why'd he cut them off?! *cries* Ok ok, I'll stop tormenting the boys soon, okay? *apologetic look* But it's so much fun! Aya jealous? You think? *giggle*
Now onto the fic…
"I don't have a romantic relationship with Yohji. No way!" Ken stared at Aya.
"It's okay Ken. You don't need to deny it any longer. I can accept it as long as there's no impact on Weiss." Aya looked back expressionlessly.
"I'm serious Aya. Yohji, he's a great friend but we are not romantically involved." Ken looked at the table, he wanted to look at Aya but he knew he'd definitely blush if he did that.
"Oh." Aya didn't say anything else.
After a few moments, Ken glanced up to find Aya's gaze centred on him. Aya looked a bit puzzled. Eep! What was Ken supposed to say now?
"Sumimasen! Tuna sashimi, unadon and nabeyaki udon!" The cheery voice of the waitress interrupted the silence that had descended on the table. "Here's a spare bowl, if you wanted to share and some complimentary agadashi tofu from Takahashi-san. Enjoy!"
"It looks good." Aya started the conversation after they both said the traditional greeting before eating of 'Itadakimasu' but then continued staring silently at the steaming food.
"I hope you like it." Ken wanted to say something witty and intelligent, but he couldn't think of anything. Aya HAD thought there was something between him and Yohji. How had he got that idea?
"Do you…"
"How long…"
They both started and stopped talking at once. Ken smiled. "After you," he said, indicating that Aya should speak first.
"How long have you been coming here? It's a nice little place."
"Oh, for ages now. Hiko's been in my team for over a year I think. His mum comes to pick him up sometimes and she invited me to try her restaurant. Her brother works at the fish market, so she gets the best fish. Really fresh! Here you gotta try this!" Ken looked at the sashimi dish and carefully selected the best piece. He dipped it in the soy sauce and wasabi mixture and held it out for Aya.
Aya had the bowl of eel and rice in front of him and that dish was hot. Ken couldn't put sashimi on top of hot food – that would be sacrilege for the fresh tuna. So he held it out for Aya to take with his chopsticks.
"Quickly! It's gonna drip!" Ken watched the soy conglomerate on the edge of the piece of fish. The redhead seemed to be stunned watching Ken's actions and hadn't moved so Ken hurriedly brought it to Aya's lips.
"Open up Aya," Ken ordered.
Aya opened his mouth obediently and Ken thrust the piece of tuna sashimi in.
"It's good, ne?" Ken kept himself busy picking his own piece of fish and keeping his eyes off Aya's face. Gah! He'd just force fed Aya! Would Aya be okay with it? Could he be any more obvious?
"Yes. It is good." Aya spoke after a few seconds, his deep voice sounding utterly melodious to Ken's relieved ears.
Ken looked up to find Aya had a small spot of soy sauce on the side of his mouth. Ken watched transfixed as Aya tongue darted out to lick the sauce away.
He was still staring until Aya cleared his throat. "Do I have more sauce on my face Ken?"
Ken snapped back to attention and grinned nervously. "No no! Start eating! Otherwise Takahashi-san's gonna complain if I don't send back empty dishes."
Aya smiled slightly. "I see." There was a slight pause. "What were you going to say before Ken?"
"Aa… Do you want some of my noodles?" Ken pointed at his bowl. "Lots of good stuff in here. Mushrooms, veges, seaweed… You can even have my prawns if you want."
"You'd give me the best part in your dish?" Aya was surprised.
"Sure." Ken shrugged.
"Arigatou Ken, I don't want any prawns but give me some of the other stuff to try."
Ken spooned out some of his noodles and passed the bowl to Aya. "Do you want some of mine?"
Ken shook his head. "Maybe later."
They ate quietly, their silence unnoticed within the busy atmosphere of the restaurant.
Ken surreptitiously peered up through his fringe at the beautiful picture Aya made sitting across from him. Aya was graceful in everything he did. Each precise bite placed carefully in his mouth, no spillage on his side of the table.
While Ken, well that was another story. There was noodle soup on the table, 'Hey Japanese people need to slurp their noodles! It's a national custom!' Ken thought, but he wiped it up hastily with a napkin. He'd dropped a block of tofu on the table too and it sat there, reminding him of what a clumsy person he was. Aya would never drop anything on the table. Ken sighed.
"What's that piece of tofu done to make you look at it so?" Aya's amused voice intruded on Ken's deliberation.
"Nothing." Ken blushed, embarrassed to be caught staring a piece of tofu, of all things.
Aya raised one eyebrow slightly. "Want some eel yet?"
Ken started to shake his head, but he looked up at Aya and thought that Aya looked disappointed so he changed his mind. "Ok, but just a little bit."
He was expecting Aya to spoon a piece of eel and rice onto the mostly empty tofu plate, seeing as he didn't have an empty bowl. However Aya merely left the eel and rice on his own spoon and held it out for Ken to eat from.
Ken stared at the spoon held in front of him and nearly blushed again. Aya was feeding him? Was this a dream? He pinched his leg surreptitiously under the table. Kami-sama - this was definitely real. Aya waved the spoon close to his face and Ken opened his mouth obediently so Aya could neatly feed him the mouthful.
"Is it good?"
Ken's mind immediately thought 'Hell yes!' at the same time as he thought 'Hey, it's almost a déjà vu!" and he nearly choked. "Aa. Hai." Was Aya feeding him because Ken had done so before? Whatever the reason, it was fantastic! He wished Aya would do it again.
"Do you want some more?" Aya smiled slightly. Ken almost thought the redhead could be reading his thoughts. That thought was just a little bit scary.
"One more bite, yes?" Aya held out the filled spoon again and Ken again opened his mouth. He couldn't deny Aya anything. If Aya wanted to feed him, Ken wasn't going to say no.
This time, Aya didn't pull the spoon back so quickly. Ken's mouth created slight suction on the spoon as Aya drew it back slowly. It was almost indecent that way Ken's mind worked, but damn if it didn't remind him of an extremely pleasurable sexual act.
Ken's blush deepened and Aya gave him another amused look.
"What are you blushing about now Ken?"
"Nothing!"
"Do you want some more?" Ken was sure he was imagining the way that Aya's voice lingered on the word 'more'. Why was his mind playing these tricks on him tonight?
"No thanks. I'm pretty full." Aya nodded and Ken wondered what would happen if he said he wanted more - what would Aya have thought? Better to stop before Aya thought he was acting weird. Besides he had other problems at the moment too. Now he had to get rid of that damn blush and the lingering evidence from his previous hentai thoughts.
'Think unsexy thoughts,' Ken told himself sternly. 'Don't look at Aya. Don't look at how he's eating from the same spoon that he fed you from. And don't look at the way his mouth looks as he pushes the spoon in… Gah! I told you NOT to think that!"
Ken stood up abruptly. "Gotta go to the toilet. Be right back." He hurried away.
As he stood in the empty men's room, Ken gave himself another pep talk. 'Just be normal. But how can I be normal? This is SUCH an un-normal day! But if I get the chance to tell him, I gotta take it.' He nodded derisively at his reflection.
Aya was finished when Ken returned so they paid the bill and left.
As they reached the bike, Ken remembered the conversation from the morning. "Do you wanna go try out the top speed for the bike tonight? Seems we've got time tonight and I'm not tired anymore."
Aya gave him a considering look. "Are you sure you're not tired? This mission needs your full attention. A single lapse could be disastrous."
"I'm fine. Besides I'm too full to go to sleep now."
"In that case, that sounds… fun."
****
Ken felt Aya's arm tighten even more around his waist as the needle on the speedometer climbed higher and higher. They were driving up the mountain, cranking out every inch of power the bike was capable of. The feeling of the wind in his face, the powerful machine and the warmth at his back, Ken was in his element.
When they reached the summit of the mountain, Ken slowed down in the carpark.
"So what did you think?" Ken turned his head to look at Aya sitting behind me.
"I think I will agree that this bike is something else and that you are a speed junkie." Aya stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off. "Let's sit down for a while."
"Need to get your bearings back huh Aya?" Ken laughed as he followed suit. "Sure you weren't scared? You were holding on pretty tightly."
Aya merely looked back with a small smirk as he said "Hn" before sitting down on the carpark railing looking down on the city lights.
"It's nice here. Sit down Ken." Aya patted the spot next to him.
It felt like a dream to Ken. Dinner with Aya where Aya had hand fed him. Riding up here to the deserted mountain top on that fabulous bike. And now sitting here in the dark with Aya. It could almost be the perfect date. Ken smiled to himself as he gazed sideways at Aya's perfect profile. Man, he could look at Aya for hours. The redhead was just so striking and beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me?" Aya's deep voice sounded in the silence.
Ken gave a start of surprise. He began to flush as he tried to think of an excuse. "I'm not looking at you."
"Ken. I could feel you looking at me." Aya turned amused eyes onto the flustered brunette.
"I was just thinking, that's all." Ken stalled for time.
"What are you thinking Ken?" Aya sounded lazy and relaxed.
Ken took a deep breath, "I was just thinking that it was a good day today. I've never spent a day with you before."
"It was a good day. Thank you for taking me to that little restaurant. I enjoyed it." Aya's response made a shiver go up Ken's spine. Aya had enjoyed the day too?! Yep, it was definitely a dream. A wonderful wonderful dream.
"Are you cold?" Before Ken could respond, Aya had shifted closer and draped an arm over Ken's shoulders. "You should have worn a thicker sweater."
Ken knew that if he looked up, his face would be mere centimetres away from Aya's. He could also feel the heat from Aya's body permeating his own. He so badly wanted to snuggle against Aya's body – but was Aya just being a friend? Could he bring up the courage to confess his feelings to the redhead?
"Aya…" Ken's voice trailed off.
"Nani?"
Ken didn't think he could do it. His throat was all choked up, his heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. Why was it so hard to say?
"Aya…" Ken tried again.
"Ken, are you feeling okay? You don't sound well." Ken could almost have beaten Aya up at that moment. Here he was, trying to get out his big confession and Aya thought he was sick?! But on the other hand, he was ecstatic that Aya was concerned about his health. Didn't that show that Aya cared about him?
"I'm fine." Ken looked at the ground in front of him as he took a deep breath. Third time lucky right?
"Are you sure? We'll likely have the important part of the mission in the next couple of days and we'll need a fully functional team." Aya spoke before Ken could get any words out.
Ken blinked as his spirits dropped. Aya's concern was only for Weiss? Could he have misread Aya's signals all along?
"Aa… We'd better go home then." Ken mumbled. Better to go home so he could crawl into bed and curse himself for his stupidity.
Aya's removed his arm from Ken's shoulders and stood up. Ken immediately missed the warmth and weight of Aya's arm and berated himself for his unachievable dreams. Baka baka baka. He stood up too and stepped over the railing, heading back to the bike.
The next thing Ken knew, Aya was walking next to him and placing a warm jacket on his shoulders. Aya's own jacket.
"Here. Put this on. I don't want you to catch a cold." Aya motioned for Ken to put his arms in the sleeves. Ken moved obediently. The jacket was warm from Aya's body and it smelled like Aya.
"But… Aren't you cold?" Ken looked with dazed eyes onto the slim figure of Aya in a black turtleneck sweater and jeans.
"I'm fine. My sweater is a lot thicker than yours. Let's go home Ken."
It sounded so nice. In Ken's dreams, Aya spoke the same words but it was their home they were returning to. A place where they shared their lives…
He was disturbed out of his daydream by the feel of Aya reaching into his front jeans pocket.
"Argh! What are you doing Aya?" Ken stood deadly still, silently willing his eager groin down as he felt Aya's hand wriggle further down into his jeans.
"Getting the keys. You're not fit to drive if you're getting sick." Aya's hand finally found its prize and began to exit from Ken's pants.
Ken could barely restrain his sigh of relief as he felt Aya's hand start to withdraw. He was semi-hard from Aya's action and his mind was already wandering to what Aya's hand could also be doing in his pants. It'd be much safer once Aya's hand was out of his pants, and damn, the torture was killing him.
Aya pulled at the keys, but there was something pulling on the keys, an errant loose thread. He shifted his hand to try to ease the offending obstacle off and encountered something else entirely.
Ken sucked in a breath as Aya's hand brushed against the growing hardness in his pants.
Aya stopped moving as he realised exactly what he'd come across.
There was a moment of silence before Aya whispered softly, "Ken…" He was so close that it was almost directly into Ken's ear. Ken couldn't prevent his small shiver of desire.
"Aya." Ken looked up finally. He'd just have to accept Aya's reaction. It was all out in the open now.
Aya's face was shadowed with a halo of red hair from the backlight of the single streetlamp.
Ken's eyes widened as Aya brought his other hand to Ken's chin holding Ken's face firmly as Aya's head began the short descent until their lips met.
****
"Chibi, are you ready to go yet?" Yohji knocked on Omi's door, before opening it and sauntering into the room.
"Yohji-kun! Yep! Just about ready." Omi smiled as he finished buttoning up his long coat.
"The clothes fit okay?" Yohji was disappointed not to be greeted by the sight of Omi in the clothes he had painstakingly picked out.
"Hai! You have a good eye for sizes. Everything fits just fine." Omi looked in the mirror as he refixed an errant strand of hair back into the tousled sexy just-got-out-of-bed look.
"Need a hand there?" Yohji leaned nonchalantly against the wall while he watched Omi preen in front of the mirror.
"Nope. All done." Omi eyed himself critically one last time before turning to the darts lined up on the table.
"Yohji-kun, do you have everything you need?" Omi tucked several darts carefully down the side of each boot, sliding them into the custom pouches. "Okay, ready!"
"Okay, let's get going." Yohji felt in his pocket for his car keys.
"Hai!" Omi smiled genkily as they departed the room.
****
Yohji parked the Seven, glancing worriedly at the boy beside him. Omi had been uncharacteristically quiet on the drive.
"You okay, chibi?" Omi was staring blankly into space. "We're here." Yohji placed a hand of Omi's shoulder to nudge him.
"So we are Yohji-kun." Omi blinked as he looked back at Yohji and a look of resolve appeared in his big blue eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Yohji read the expression as concern for the mission.
Omi started opening the door so his reply was muffled. However to Yohji it sounded like 'Yes but who will take care of you?"
Yohji strolled over to where Omi was removing his coat and stuffing it in the trunk of the Seven. [1] He meant to ask Omi to repeat what he'd just said. But Omi looked up with his usual genki smile and Yohji changed his mind. He must've heard wrong, besides Yohji was instantly distracted by the sight in front of him.
"Looking good Omitchi!" Yohji looked Omi up and down.
"You think so?" Omi pulled self-consciously on the edge of his shorts, automatically drawing Yohji's attention to the long expanse of skin on display.
From that comment, Yohji assumed that Omi wasn't the boy from the club, but damn the chibi looked sexy. "Everyone wears this kind of stuff at the clubs. Do you really think I'd get you something to wear which was not suitable?"
"I'm sure you're right Yohji-kun. So you think I look okay?" Omi turned his blue eyes up at the older blonde and Yohji smiled as he ruffled Omi's hair.
"Aw bishounen, you look great. Just remember to stick with me, okay? Do you think I need to take a stick to beat off all those dirty old men who are gonna want to grab your cute little butt?" Yohji laughed as he re-fixed Omi's hair, not noticing the considering look that Omi gave him in response to his last words.
They walked up to the entrance and easily obtained entry into the club. The club was quite full with an interesting mix of scantily clad persons, business suited men and leather clad gang members.
Yohji was propositioned five times before they reached the bar and not just for himself. It seemed Omi had attracted a similar amount of attention and there were some persons not averse to having two males service them. Yohji merely shook his head and with his arm placed firmly around Omi's shoulders, continued on his way.
However Yohji was kicking himself mentally as he went. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to dress Omi in these clothes. The young blonde was really attracting quite a bit of attention. Those long slim legs and lithe physique displayed so nicely in the leather hotpants and little vest was something that Yohji found he didn't want to share with all the patrons of the bar. He unconsciously tightened his grip as he picked a trail through the crowd, carefully steering a path through the least dangerous looking elements. Since he was concentrating so hard on the mass around them, he completely missed Omi's self-satisfied smile.
As they sat on the two barstools that Yohji procured for them, Yohji began to realise there was something different about Omi. Yohji couldn't quite put his finger on it. What was it?
Meanwhile Omi sat on his stool, drinking the coke that Yohji had ordered for him. He hadn't asked for it, but that was what Yohji had gotten for him. He picked up his glass and held onto the straw while he sipped the drink as he scanned the room.
Yohji swallowed nervously. Kami-sama – what was that boy doing? The way he pursed his lips as he sipped and the way he kept sliding his fingers up and down on the straw – it was almost like Omi was making love to that bloody straw. Yohji nodded to the bartender to bring him another shot of whisky. He damn well needed it.
"Yohji-kun. Over there. At the side table in the shadows behind the second pool table. Looks like a group of Black Devils. I can recognise the patch on the back of their jackets. Can you see if Satou or the leader Ogata are there?"
Yohji nonchalantly looked over in the required direction, but it was impossible to pinpoint the exact faces with the shadows and people blocking his view. "Nope, we'll have to make our way over there." He grimaced before finishing off the rest of his drink in a single gulp.
"Let's scout them out a bit before we approach them. We'll dance our way over there, okay Yohji-kun?"
"Sure chibi." Yohji waved a hand to allow Omi to precede him.
A good-looking brunette stopped Yohji as they were standing up. "Hey handsome. Want a real man instead of a boy?" He gave Omi a disdainful look. "I can show you a real good time…" His voice trailed off suggestively.
"Sorry, my boy's got everything I want." Yohji pulled Omi in front of him and placed a hand on Omi's stomach, absentmindedly stroking the skin revealed by the short vest.
"But he's just a child! I'm sure he can't possibly satisfy a man such as you. Whilst myself on the other hand…" The unsuccessful man didn't give up easily.
Yohji nuzzled Omi's neck as he wrapped both arms more firmly around the young blonde. "Nope, he's the complete package. Everything I've ever wanted."
The man heard the conviction in Yohji's tone and sneered before turning and leaving.
Omi wriggled in Yohji's arms, pulling the older blonde's attention back from the departing man.
"Let's go Yohji-kun. We've got a mission to do."
Yohji sighed melodramatically as he released Omi. "What a hard-hearted lover you are. I've just defended your honour and you want to run off to work."
"Work first, before you can play." Omi smiled before setting off into the crowd.
What was that comment supposed to mean? Yohji quickly followed Omi. Actually following behind Omi turned out to be a great thing because he could admire the way Omi's butt looked in those shorts without any objections. And damn, it was fine.
They reached the dance floor and Omi surprised Yohji again that day. Damn but that kid had moves. Moving effortlessly with the music, Omi looked completely at home on the floor. He held out his arms to Yohji and Yohji eagerly moved into them. [2]
"You're a good dancer Omitchi."
Omi looked amused. "You think I've never been to a club before?"
Yohji was stumped for a moment. What was Omi saying? Could it possibly have been Omi at the club that time?
Omi moved closer, lacing his arms around Yohji's neck and leaning up as if to whisper a sweet nothing in the taller man's ear. What he actually said was "Yohji-kun. Can you see either of the targets yet?"
Yohji clamped a hand on Omi's waist as he spun around trying to get a better look at the group in question. 'Think about the mission Kudou!' he reprimanded himself sternly. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene before him.
"Omitchi! Well what do y'know? Seems our friend Sato is also in the market for boys."
"I see." Omi seemed unconcerned.
"Oh my god, he gets his minions to deliver messages to the ones that catch his eye."
"We'll have to see if he'll notice us then. It may be a better way to get a personal date with him."
"No way chibi! That guy is an ultimate pervert! The boy currently on his lap looks about sixteen!"
"Yohji-kun." Omi didn't stop moving with the music, but his voice had an undercurrent of steel which Yohji didn't fail to detect. "I'm not a child. I'm a professional and the strategist for Weiss. If I decide this plan has a higher success rate then you should trust my judgement."
Yohji scowled. "Alright, but I don't like it and I'm not going to be separated from you. Understand?"
"Fine. Now stop scowling and dance me closer so they can see us." Omi's eyes were full of determination. He was going to stop those criminals from doing any further wrongs to innocent people.
They made their way to the side of the dance floor. Yohji was slightly wary, disliking the plan change. He was anticipating when Sato would notice them, torn between believing Omi was right and it could possibly be a better plan and also torn because he wouldn't stand for that pervert's hands on his Omitchi. No way in hell.
That was when Yohji realised what had been bugging him all night. The thing that was different about Omi. Tonight he realised that Omi was not a child anymore. Omi was comfortable in this environment and could adapt the situation to achieve a better outcome. Omi was a professional assassin like Yohji. Why did he keep thinking that Omi was just a kid?
Deep in contemplation, he nearly missed the tap on his shoulder. Loosening his grip on Omi, Yohji turned around to face the Black Devils member who was looking over Omi insolently.
"Nani?" Yohji curled his arm over Omi's shoulders, pulling the younger male in protectively against his side.
"My boss would be interested in an introduction to your boy here. He's quite taken with him. He'd make it worth your while…" The Black Devil member oozed out greasily. [3]
"Aa… Sure sure!" Yohji surreptitiously rubbed his side where a sharp elbow had just jabbed him. Omi smiled sweetly up at him, as he pulled away from Yohji.
They made their way over to the man in question who looked Omi up and down like a prize piece of meat. Not withstanding the fact that he already had a half naked boy on his lap.
"Kombanwa." Sato made a play at pleasantries.
"Yo. What can I do for you?" Yohji just wanted to get it over with.
"Didn't my man tell you?" Sato looked surprised and sleazy at the same time.
"Yeah, but my angel here is expensive." Yohji leered suggestively. His role was to be Omi's pimp. He named an exorbitant amount.
"Money is no issue." Sato dismissed the comment with a wave of his hand.
"Alright, but I can't let you have him tonight. We're here on business tonight." Yohji shrugged apologetically. "My boss wanted to get him some more exposure…"
"I see." Sato didn't sound happy.
Yohji continued. "If you're interested, I think you'll appreciate a more private location where you can… truly appreciate my angel's charms. Besides you seem a little pre-occupied already." Yohji looked pointedly at the boy on Sato's lap.
"I understand. I'm sure a private function can be arranged." Sato eyed Omi eagerly.
"When would you like him?" Yohji gritted his teeth as he smiled.
"Tomorrow night. Come here tomorrow night at 10pm. I'll have a special room set up upstairs. I'll have a party. Oh, Ogata is gonna love this!" Sato chuckled loudly.
"I'll have to charge extra if you want him to entertain in a… group environment." Yohji's heart leapt at the name of the Black Devils leader.
"Sure sure. No worries. Here." Sato took a card out of his pocket. "Give it to one of the bartenders and they will escort the boy to the room. I'm looking forward to it angel." He ran a hand down Omi's cheek. "Ah! He still looks so innocent…"
Yohji waited impatiently but finally Sato let go of Omi.
"Tomorrow night." Yohji nodded before firmly pushing his young charge towards the door.
They were almost at the door when a black haired boy materialised in their path.
"Omi! I didn't know you came here!"
~ tbc ~
[1] Okay, I can't remember if Yohji's car even has a trunk but I figure it's gotta have some place where you can store things safely, so wherever that is, Omi's put his coat there.
[2] And no not that crappy dancing that he did with Ouka. That was just bad! Omi's way cooler than that!
[3] Oh my god! It's just like Moonraven's 'A Fine Line' (which incidentally is a fabulous fic – you should read it!) *laugh* She let me borrow her sleazy OC's line. And it's fun freaking her out with how closely our hentai little minds seem to be in sync!
And I have no idea how one pimps out a boy and if you can even charge more. Excuse my ignorance everyone. Next chapter should be up as soon as I finish my exams! (Actually I shouldn't even be writing now… *giggle*)
Summary: Aya thinks Ken and Yohji are together – what will Ken do? And Yohji and Omi are off to the club for the mission, but what's different about Omi? Read on…
Hugs and kisses to:
Wildfire2 – Thank you so much! I am truly touched when people say they like my stuff! Hope you like this latest one!
Moonraven – I know how much you love Y-O, so I'm so glad you like it! You want snuggling? I'll have to see what I can come up with for my ne-chan!
Moki-chan – Ran jealous? Now what gives you that idea? *innocent look* But don't worry, I'm not gonna torment him much longer… It hasn't been too long since I last posted, so hope the suspense hasn't been too bad!
Heather – I'm so happy you liked the phone conversation – I think it's really interesting! Yeah my Ken is a bit shy isn't he? I'm sure Aya will know what to do with him… *hentai giggle* Let me know what you think of Omi after this chapter, ne?
Li Alura – Arigatou gozaimasu! Wow! You described it as uber-awesome? *blushes* Read on to see what Ken does and if Yohji's stopped drooling yet!
naoe – Great nick! Thank you for reading and letting me know you like it! Hope this update was fast enough!
Xellas – You're kawaii too! *giggles* Thank you so much for your help – I love reading your comments! They're so helpful and funny! Hope you can get back to writing soon! (and my email too… hint hint)
Solaris1 – Thank you for the review! I'll make it up to Aya, I just enjoy tormenting the poor bishie too much…
Minerva Teller of Tales – I'm so glad you liked! I'm a hentai queen? *giggles* I'll definitely have to write that lemon scene now… (I'm awful teasing you like this, ne?) Hope you like this one!
forbidding – Oh, please don't hate my Yotan! He's really trying to help – and Ken needs the help! Yep, I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so it's mandatory on all my fics!
Kira – Thanks! Lots more Yohji-Omi fun in this chapter and read on to see what's happening with Aya… I think I could update more quickly… I'm supposed to be studying now - I'm so bad!
Zeto – Yep, I know all the mottos. I'm such a WK fangirl! Aya's is 'Neither devil nor death, I am just a murder' (lovely piece of Engrish there Koyasu-sama!), Ken's is 'It's too late to confess now' and Yohji's is 'Women's enemy is mine'. I love them to death – but they are cheesy. I love eartails – Koyasu looked so good with eartails – why'd he cut them off?! *cries* Ok ok, I'll stop tormenting the boys soon, okay? *apologetic look* But it's so much fun! Aya jealous? You think? *giggle*
Now onto the fic…
"I don't have a romantic relationship with Yohji. No way!" Ken stared at Aya.
"It's okay Ken. You don't need to deny it any longer. I can accept it as long as there's no impact on Weiss." Aya looked back expressionlessly.
"I'm serious Aya. Yohji, he's a great friend but we are not romantically involved." Ken looked at the table, he wanted to look at Aya but he knew he'd definitely blush if he did that.
"Oh." Aya didn't say anything else.
After a few moments, Ken glanced up to find Aya's gaze centred on him. Aya looked a bit puzzled. Eep! What was Ken supposed to say now?
"Sumimasen! Tuna sashimi, unadon and nabeyaki udon!" The cheery voice of the waitress interrupted the silence that had descended on the table. "Here's a spare bowl, if you wanted to share and some complimentary agadashi tofu from Takahashi-san. Enjoy!"
"It looks good." Aya started the conversation after they both said the traditional greeting before eating of 'Itadakimasu' but then continued staring silently at the steaming food.
"I hope you like it." Ken wanted to say something witty and intelligent, but he couldn't think of anything. Aya HAD thought there was something between him and Yohji. How had he got that idea?
"Do you…"
"How long…"
They both started and stopped talking at once. Ken smiled. "After you," he said, indicating that Aya should speak first.
"How long have you been coming here? It's a nice little place."
"Oh, for ages now. Hiko's been in my team for over a year I think. His mum comes to pick him up sometimes and she invited me to try her restaurant. Her brother works at the fish market, so she gets the best fish. Really fresh! Here you gotta try this!" Ken looked at the sashimi dish and carefully selected the best piece. He dipped it in the soy sauce and wasabi mixture and held it out for Aya.
Aya had the bowl of eel and rice in front of him and that dish was hot. Ken couldn't put sashimi on top of hot food – that would be sacrilege for the fresh tuna. So he held it out for Aya to take with his chopsticks.
"Quickly! It's gonna drip!" Ken watched the soy conglomerate on the edge of the piece of fish. The redhead seemed to be stunned watching Ken's actions and hadn't moved so Ken hurriedly brought it to Aya's lips.
"Open up Aya," Ken ordered.
Aya opened his mouth obediently and Ken thrust the piece of tuna sashimi in.
"It's good, ne?" Ken kept himself busy picking his own piece of fish and keeping his eyes off Aya's face. Gah! He'd just force fed Aya! Would Aya be okay with it? Could he be any more obvious?
"Yes. It is good." Aya spoke after a few seconds, his deep voice sounding utterly melodious to Ken's relieved ears.
Ken looked up to find Aya had a small spot of soy sauce on the side of his mouth. Ken watched transfixed as Aya tongue darted out to lick the sauce away.
He was still staring until Aya cleared his throat. "Do I have more sauce on my face Ken?"
Ken snapped back to attention and grinned nervously. "No no! Start eating! Otherwise Takahashi-san's gonna complain if I don't send back empty dishes."
Aya smiled slightly. "I see." There was a slight pause. "What were you going to say before Ken?"
"Aa… Do you want some of my noodles?" Ken pointed at his bowl. "Lots of good stuff in here. Mushrooms, veges, seaweed… You can even have my prawns if you want."
"You'd give me the best part in your dish?" Aya was surprised.
"Sure." Ken shrugged.
"Arigatou Ken, I don't want any prawns but give me some of the other stuff to try."
Ken spooned out some of his noodles and passed the bowl to Aya. "Do you want some of mine?"
Ken shook his head. "Maybe later."
They ate quietly, their silence unnoticed within the busy atmosphere of the restaurant.
Ken surreptitiously peered up through his fringe at the beautiful picture Aya made sitting across from him. Aya was graceful in everything he did. Each precise bite placed carefully in his mouth, no spillage on his side of the table.
While Ken, well that was another story. There was noodle soup on the table, 'Hey Japanese people need to slurp their noodles! It's a national custom!' Ken thought, but he wiped it up hastily with a napkin. He'd dropped a block of tofu on the table too and it sat there, reminding him of what a clumsy person he was. Aya would never drop anything on the table. Ken sighed.
"What's that piece of tofu done to make you look at it so?" Aya's amused voice intruded on Ken's deliberation.
"Nothing." Ken blushed, embarrassed to be caught staring a piece of tofu, of all things.
Aya raised one eyebrow slightly. "Want some eel yet?"
Ken started to shake his head, but he looked up at Aya and thought that Aya looked disappointed so he changed his mind. "Ok, but just a little bit."
He was expecting Aya to spoon a piece of eel and rice onto the mostly empty tofu plate, seeing as he didn't have an empty bowl. However Aya merely left the eel and rice on his own spoon and held it out for Ken to eat from.
Ken stared at the spoon held in front of him and nearly blushed again. Aya was feeding him? Was this a dream? He pinched his leg surreptitiously under the table. Kami-sama - this was definitely real. Aya waved the spoon close to his face and Ken opened his mouth obediently so Aya could neatly feed him the mouthful.
"Is it good?"
Ken's mind immediately thought 'Hell yes!' at the same time as he thought 'Hey, it's almost a déjà vu!" and he nearly choked. "Aa. Hai." Was Aya feeding him because Ken had done so before? Whatever the reason, it was fantastic! He wished Aya would do it again.
"Do you want some more?" Aya smiled slightly. Ken almost thought the redhead could be reading his thoughts. That thought was just a little bit scary.
"One more bite, yes?" Aya held out the filled spoon again and Ken again opened his mouth. He couldn't deny Aya anything. If Aya wanted to feed him, Ken wasn't going to say no.
This time, Aya didn't pull the spoon back so quickly. Ken's mouth created slight suction on the spoon as Aya drew it back slowly. It was almost indecent that way Ken's mind worked, but damn if it didn't remind him of an extremely pleasurable sexual act.
Ken's blush deepened and Aya gave him another amused look.
"What are you blushing about now Ken?"
"Nothing!"
"Do you want some more?" Ken was sure he was imagining the way that Aya's voice lingered on the word 'more'. Why was his mind playing these tricks on him tonight?
"No thanks. I'm pretty full." Aya nodded and Ken wondered what would happen if he said he wanted more - what would Aya have thought? Better to stop before Aya thought he was acting weird. Besides he had other problems at the moment too. Now he had to get rid of that damn blush and the lingering evidence from his previous hentai thoughts.
'Think unsexy thoughts,' Ken told himself sternly. 'Don't look at Aya. Don't look at how he's eating from the same spoon that he fed you from. And don't look at the way his mouth looks as he pushes the spoon in… Gah! I told you NOT to think that!"
Ken stood up abruptly. "Gotta go to the toilet. Be right back." He hurried away.
As he stood in the empty men's room, Ken gave himself another pep talk. 'Just be normal. But how can I be normal? This is SUCH an un-normal day! But if I get the chance to tell him, I gotta take it.' He nodded derisively at his reflection.
Aya was finished when Ken returned so they paid the bill and left.
As they reached the bike, Ken remembered the conversation from the morning. "Do you wanna go try out the top speed for the bike tonight? Seems we've got time tonight and I'm not tired anymore."
Aya gave him a considering look. "Are you sure you're not tired? This mission needs your full attention. A single lapse could be disastrous."
"I'm fine. Besides I'm too full to go to sleep now."
"In that case, that sounds… fun."
****
Ken felt Aya's arm tighten even more around his waist as the needle on the speedometer climbed higher and higher. They were driving up the mountain, cranking out every inch of power the bike was capable of. The feeling of the wind in his face, the powerful machine and the warmth at his back, Ken was in his element.
When they reached the summit of the mountain, Ken slowed down in the carpark.
"So what did you think?" Ken turned his head to look at Aya sitting behind me.
"I think I will agree that this bike is something else and that you are a speed junkie." Aya stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off. "Let's sit down for a while."
"Need to get your bearings back huh Aya?" Ken laughed as he followed suit. "Sure you weren't scared? You were holding on pretty tightly."
Aya merely looked back with a small smirk as he said "Hn" before sitting down on the carpark railing looking down on the city lights.
"It's nice here. Sit down Ken." Aya patted the spot next to him.
It felt like a dream to Ken. Dinner with Aya where Aya had hand fed him. Riding up here to the deserted mountain top on that fabulous bike. And now sitting here in the dark with Aya. It could almost be the perfect date. Ken smiled to himself as he gazed sideways at Aya's perfect profile. Man, he could look at Aya for hours. The redhead was just so striking and beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me?" Aya's deep voice sounded in the silence.
Ken gave a start of surprise. He began to flush as he tried to think of an excuse. "I'm not looking at you."
"Ken. I could feel you looking at me." Aya turned amused eyes onto the flustered brunette.
"I was just thinking, that's all." Ken stalled for time.
"What are you thinking Ken?" Aya sounded lazy and relaxed.
Ken took a deep breath, "I was just thinking that it was a good day today. I've never spent a day with you before."
"It was a good day. Thank you for taking me to that little restaurant. I enjoyed it." Aya's response made a shiver go up Ken's spine. Aya had enjoyed the day too?! Yep, it was definitely a dream. A wonderful wonderful dream.
"Are you cold?" Before Ken could respond, Aya had shifted closer and draped an arm over Ken's shoulders. "You should have worn a thicker sweater."
Ken knew that if he looked up, his face would be mere centimetres away from Aya's. He could also feel the heat from Aya's body permeating his own. He so badly wanted to snuggle against Aya's body – but was Aya just being a friend? Could he bring up the courage to confess his feelings to the redhead?
"Aya…" Ken's voice trailed off.
"Nani?"
Ken didn't think he could do it. His throat was all choked up, his heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. Why was it so hard to say?
"Aya…" Ken tried again.
"Ken, are you feeling okay? You don't sound well." Ken could almost have beaten Aya up at that moment. Here he was, trying to get out his big confession and Aya thought he was sick?! But on the other hand, he was ecstatic that Aya was concerned about his health. Didn't that show that Aya cared about him?
"I'm fine." Ken looked at the ground in front of him as he took a deep breath. Third time lucky right?
"Are you sure? We'll likely have the important part of the mission in the next couple of days and we'll need a fully functional team." Aya spoke before Ken could get any words out.
Ken blinked as his spirits dropped. Aya's concern was only for Weiss? Could he have misread Aya's signals all along?
"Aa… We'd better go home then." Ken mumbled. Better to go home so he could crawl into bed and curse himself for his stupidity.
Aya's removed his arm from Ken's shoulders and stood up. Ken immediately missed the warmth and weight of Aya's arm and berated himself for his unachievable dreams. Baka baka baka. He stood up too and stepped over the railing, heading back to the bike.
The next thing Ken knew, Aya was walking next to him and placing a warm jacket on his shoulders. Aya's own jacket.
"Here. Put this on. I don't want you to catch a cold." Aya motioned for Ken to put his arms in the sleeves. Ken moved obediently. The jacket was warm from Aya's body and it smelled like Aya.
"But… Aren't you cold?" Ken looked with dazed eyes onto the slim figure of Aya in a black turtleneck sweater and jeans.
"I'm fine. My sweater is a lot thicker than yours. Let's go home Ken."
It sounded so nice. In Ken's dreams, Aya spoke the same words but it was their home they were returning to. A place where they shared their lives…
He was disturbed out of his daydream by the feel of Aya reaching into his front jeans pocket.
"Argh! What are you doing Aya?" Ken stood deadly still, silently willing his eager groin down as he felt Aya's hand wriggle further down into his jeans.
"Getting the keys. You're not fit to drive if you're getting sick." Aya's hand finally found its prize and began to exit from Ken's pants.
Ken could barely restrain his sigh of relief as he felt Aya's hand start to withdraw. He was semi-hard from Aya's action and his mind was already wandering to what Aya's hand could also be doing in his pants. It'd be much safer once Aya's hand was out of his pants, and damn, the torture was killing him.
Aya pulled at the keys, but there was something pulling on the keys, an errant loose thread. He shifted his hand to try to ease the offending obstacle off and encountered something else entirely.
Ken sucked in a breath as Aya's hand brushed against the growing hardness in his pants.
Aya stopped moving as he realised exactly what he'd come across.
There was a moment of silence before Aya whispered softly, "Ken…" He was so close that it was almost directly into Ken's ear. Ken couldn't prevent his small shiver of desire.
"Aya." Ken looked up finally. He'd just have to accept Aya's reaction. It was all out in the open now.
Aya's face was shadowed with a halo of red hair from the backlight of the single streetlamp.
Ken's eyes widened as Aya brought his other hand to Ken's chin holding Ken's face firmly as Aya's head began the short descent until their lips met.
****
"Chibi, are you ready to go yet?" Yohji knocked on Omi's door, before opening it and sauntering into the room.
"Yohji-kun! Yep! Just about ready." Omi smiled as he finished buttoning up his long coat.
"The clothes fit okay?" Yohji was disappointed not to be greeted by the sight of Omi in the clothes he had painstakingly picked out.
"Hai! You have a good eye for sizes. Everything fits just fine." Omi looked in the mirror as he refixed an errant strand of hair back into the tousled sexy just-got-out-of-bed look.
"Need a hand there?" Yohji leaned nonchalantly against the wall while he watched Omi preen in front of the mirror.
"Nope. All done." Omi eyed himself critically one last time before turning to the darts lined up on the table.
"Yohji-kun, do you have everything you need?" Omi tucked several darts carefully down the side of each boot, sliding them into the custom pouches. "Okay, ready!"
"Okay, let's get going." Yohji felt in his pocket for his car keys.
"Hai!" Omi smiled genkily as they departed the room.
****
Yohji parked the Seven, glancing worriedly at the boy beside him. Omi had been uncharacteristically quiet on the drive.
"You okay, chibi?" Omi was staring blankly into space. "We're here." Yohji placed a hand of Omi's shoulder to nudge him.
"So we are Yohji-kun." Omi blinked as he looked back at Yohji and a look of resolve appeared in his big blue eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Yohji read the expression as concern for the mission.
Omi started opening the door so his reply was muffled. However to Yohji it sounded like 'Yes but who will take care of you?"
Yohji strolled over to where Omi was removing his coat and stuffing it in the trunk of the Seven. [1] He meant to ask Omi to repeat what he'd just said. But Omi looked up with his usual genki smile and Yohji changed his mind. He must've heard wrong, besides Yohji was instantly distracted by the sight in front of him.
"Looking good Omitchi!" Yohji looked Omi up and down.
"You think so?" Omi pulled self-consciously on the edge of his shorts, automatically drawing Yohji's attention to the long expanse of skin on display.
From that comment, Yohji assumed that Omi wasn't the boy from the club, but damn the chibi looked sexy. "Everyone wears this kind of stuff at the clubs. Do you really think I'd get you something to wear which was not suitable?"
"I'm sure you're right Yohji-kun. So you think I look okay?" Omi turned his blue eyes up at the older blonde and Yohji smiled as he ruffled Omi's hair.
"Aw bishounen, you look great. Just remember to stick with me, okay? Do you think I need to take a stick to beat off all those dirty old men who are gonna want to grab your cute little butt?" Yohji laughed as he re-fixed Omi's hair, not noticing the considering look that Omi gave him in response to his last words.
They walked up to the entrance and easily obtained entry into the club. The club was quite full with an interesting mix of scantily clad persons, business suited men and leather clad gang members.
Yohji was propositioned five times before they reached the bar and not just for himself. It seemed Omi had attracted a similar amount of attention and there were some persons not averse to having two males service them. Yohji merely shook his head and with his arm placed firmly around Omi's shoulders, continued on his way.
However Yohji was kicking himself mentally as he went. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to dress Omi in these clothes. The young blonde was really attracting quite a bit of attention. Those long slim legs and lithe physique displayed so nicely in the leather hotpants and little vest was something that Yohji found he didn't want to share with all the patrons of the bar. He unconsciously tightened his grip as he picked a trail through the crowd, carefully steering a path through the least dangerous looking elements. Since he was concentrating so hard on the mass around them, he completely missed Omi's self-satisfied smile.
As they sat on the two barstools that Yohji procured for them, Yohji began to realise there was something different about Omi. Yohji couldn't quite put his finger on it. What was it?
Meanwhile Omi sat on his stool, drinking the coke that Yohji had ordered for him. He hadn't asked for it, but that was what Yohji had gotten for him. He picked up his glass and held onto the straw while he sipped the drink as he scanned the room.
Yohji swallowed nervously. Kami-sama – what was that boy doing? The way he pursed his lips as he sipped and the way he kept sliding his fingers up and down on the straw – it was almost like Omi was making love to that bloody straw. Yohji nodded to the bartender to bring him another shot of whisky. He damn well needed it.
"Yohji-kun. Over there. At the side table in the shadows behind the second pool table. Looks like a group of Black Devils. I can recognise the patch on the back of their jackets. Can you see if Satou or the leader Ogata are there?"
Yohji nonchalantly looked over in the required direction, but it was impossible to pinpoint the exact faces with the shadows and people blocking his view. "Nope, we'll have to make our way over there." He grimaced before finishing off the rest of his drink in a single gulp.
"Let's scout them out a bit before we approach them. We'll dance our way over there, okay Yohji-kun?"
"Sure chibi." Yohji waved a hand to allow Omi to precede him.
A good-looking brunette stopped Yohji as they were standing up. "Hey handsome. Want a real man instead of a boy?" He gave Omi a disdainful look. "I can show you a real good time…" His voice trailed off suggestively.
"Sorry, my boy's got everything I want." Yohji pulled Omi in front of him and placed a hand on Omi's stomach, absentmindedly stroking the skin revealed by the short vest.
"But he's just a child! I'm sure he can't possibly satisfy a man such as you. Whilst myself on the other hand…" The unsuccessful man didn't give up easily.
Yohji nuzzled Omi's neck as he wrapped both arms more firmly around the young blonde. "Nope, he's the complete package. Everything I've ever wanted."
The man heard the conviction in Yohji's tone and sneered before turning and leaving.
Omi wriggled in Yohji's arms, pulling the older blonde's attention back from the departing man.
"Let's go Yohji-kun. We've got a mission to do."
Yohji sighed melodramatically as he released Omi. "What a hard-hearted lover you are. I've just defended your honour and you want to run off to work."
"Work first, before you can play." Omi smiled before setting off into the crowd.
What was that comment supposed to mean? Yohji quickly followed Omi. Actually following behind Omi turned out to be a great thing because he could admire the way Omi's butt looked in those shorts without any objections. And damn, it was fine.
They reached the dance floor and Omi surprised Yohji again that day. Damn but that kid had moves. Moving effortlessly with the music, Omi looked completely at home on the floor. He held out his arms to Yohji and Yohji eagerly moved into them. [2]
"You're a good dancer Omitchi."
Omi looked amused. "You think I've never been to a club before?"
Yohji was stumped for a moment. What was Omi saying? Could it possibly have been Omi at the club that time?
Omi moved closer, lacing his arms around Yohji's neck and leaning up as if to whisper a sweet nothing in the taller man's ear. What he actually said was "Yohji-kun. Can you see either of the targets yet?"
Yohji clamped a hand on Omi's waist as he spun around trying to get a better look at the group in question. 'Think about the mission Kudou!' he reprimanded himself sternly. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene before him.
"Omitchi! Well what do y'know? Seems our friend Sato is also in the market for boys."
"I see." Omi seemed unconcerned.
"Oh my god, he gets his minions to deliver messages to the ones that catch his eye."
"We'll have to see if he'll notice us then. It may be a better way to get a personal date with him."
"No way chibi! That guy is an ultimate pervert! The boy currently on his lap looks about sixteen!"
"Yohji-kun." Omi didn't stop moving with the music, but his voice had an undercurrent of steel which Yohji didn't fail to detect. "I'm not a child. I'm a professional and the strategist for Weiss. If I decide this plan has a higher success rate then you should trust my judgement."
Yohji scowled. "Alright, but I don't like it and I'm not going to be separated from you. Understand?"
"Fine. Now stop scowling and dance me closer so they can see us." Omi's eyes were full of determination. He was going to stop those criminals from doing any further wrongs to innocent people.
They made their way to the side of the dance floor. Yohji was slightly wary, disliking the plan change. He was anticipating when Sato would notice them, torn between believing Omi was right and it could possibly be a better plan and also torn because he wouldn't stand for that pervert's hands on his Omitchi. No way in hell.
That was when Yohji realised what had been bugging him all night. The thing that was different about Omi. Tonight he realised that Omi was not a child anymore. Omi was comfortable in this environment and could adapt the situation to achieve a better outcome. Omi was a professional assassin like Yohji. Why did he keep thinking that Omi was just a kid?
Deep in contemplation, he nearly missed the tap on his shoulder. Loosening his grip on Omi, Yohji turned around to face the Black Devils member who was looking over Omi insolently.
"Nani?" Yohji curled his arm over Omi's shoulders, pulling the younger male in protectively against his side.
"My boss would be interested in an introduction to your boy here. He's quite taken with him. He'd make it worth your while…" The Black Devil member oozed out greasily. [3]
"Aa… Sure sure!" Yohji surreptitiously rubbed his side where a sharp elbow had just jabbed him. Omi smiled sweetly up at him, as he pulled away from Yohji.
They made their way over to the man in question who looked Omi up and down like a prize piece of meat. Not withstanding the fact that he already had a half naked boy on his lap.
"Kombanwa." Sato made a play at pleasantries.
"Yo. What can I do for you?" Yohji just wanted to get it over with.
"Didn't my man tell you?" Sato looked surprised and sleazy at the same time.
"Yeah, but my angel here is expensive." Yohji leered suggestively. His role was to be Omi's pimp. He named an exorbitant amount.
"Money is no issue." Sato dismissed the comment with a wave of his hand.
"Alright, but I can't let you have him tonight. We're here on business tonight." Yohji shrugged apologetically. "My boss wanted to get him some more exposure…"
"I see." Sato didn't sound happy.
Yohji continued. "If you're interested, I think you'll appreciate a more private location where you can… truly appreciate my angel's charms. Besides you seem a little pre-occupied already." Yohji looked pointedly at the boy on Sato's lap.
"I understand. I'm sure a private function can be arranged." Sato eyed Omi eagerly.
"When would you like him?" Yohji gritted his teeth as he smiled.
"Tomorrow night. Come here tomorrow night at 10pm. I'll have a special room set up upstairs. I'll have a party. Oh, Ogata is gonna love this!" Sato chuckled loudly.
"I'll have to charge extra if you want him to entertain in a… group environment." Yohji's heart leapt at the name of the Black Devils leader.
"Sure sure. No worries. Here." Sato took a card out of his pocket. "Give it to one of the bartenders and they will escort the boy to the room. I'm looking forward to it angel." He ran a hand down Omi's cheek. "Ah! He still looks so innocent…"
Yohji waited impatiently but finally Sato let go of Omi.
"Tomorrow night." Yohji nodded before firmly pushing his young charge towards the door.
They were almost at the door when a black haired boy materialised in their path.
"Omi! I didn't know you came here!"
~ tbc ~
[1] Okay, I can't remember if Yohji's car even has a trunk but I figure it's gotta have some place where you can store things safely, so wherever that is, Omi's put his coat there.
[2] And no not that crappy dancing that he did with Ouka. That was just bad! Omi's way cooler than that!
[3] Oh my god! It's just like Moonraven's 'A Fine Line' (which incidentally is a fabulous fic – you should read it!) *laugh* She let me borrow her sleazy OC's line. And it's fun freaking her out with how closely our hentai little minds seem to be in sync!
And I have no idea how one pimps out a boy and if you can even charge more. Excuse my ignorance everyone. Next chapter should be up as soon as I finish my exams! (Actually I shouldn't even be writing now… *giggle*)