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Switching Sweaters:

Shout

Ken breathed a sigh of relief upon entering his room. The cold shower was unable to ease his need. This wasn't the first time the fiery red head had excited him, actually all his roommates were very attractive and had provided fantasies for self gratification. Normally, Ken could easily hide his interest, but on this mission he just knew Aya would notice.

He had always known he was attracted to men and had started experimenting with Kase in his early teens. When he had joined Weis he began his shower times with Omi. They were the only two men he had ever been with and neither had allowed him to take it beyond heavy foreplay. He had attempted relationships with several women, but it never worked out, and the sex left him feeling unfulfilled.

Ken sighed trying to shake the thoughts of Aya from his head. He knew sleep wouldn't come easy.

000

"Man, I don't know if I can fit in these," Ken said looking down at a black silky thong, shiny black lace up pants, and a tight blue muscle shirt.

"Sure you can. Youji does," Omi said. Ken looked down to the boy who was sprawled out on his bed looking at the police reports from the three murders. "It appears that all three men were reported to have left with an anonymous man, but so far no one can describe him. In all the cases their bodies were found in the alleyway behind the club."

"I guess that means we'll need to pay attention to who people leave with." Ken began to strip. He hated the way that Omi could act so normal. His actions never implied that he and Ken had been physical.

"Well, I still think you and Aya need to keep a close eye on the manager and other dancers."

Ken looked at the thong in dread before putting it on. He then reached for the pants barely able to slide into them. He tried to lace them up, but it looked sloppy. He pulled on the top to complete his wardrobe. "How does he do it? I feel like if I sit I'll rip my pants."

"You look good, Ken." Omi looked up in appreciation and then reached for something on the floor, while giving Ken an odd look. "You haven't washed it." Omi picked up the orange sweater.

"Aya said he didn't want it back."

"Yeah, but you should still try to get the stains out. You never know, he might change his mind."

"I doubt it. He's pretty stubborn." Both boys left the room and went to the living room to join Youji and Aya.

Aya looked hot. He was wearing leather pants, a black shirt, black boots, and a choker.

"Well, I have to admit, the two of you look good, thanks to me. I only have one complaint: Ken, that's not how you lace up those pants." Youji walked over to Ken and grabbed the laces and straightened them out. "There, much better," he said with a grin.

"Owe, it's too tight." Ken gasped.

"You'll get used to it. The way you two look, they'll hire you on the spot. If they don't see Aya dance first."

"I'm working on that. Ken and I practiced after you left." Aya retorted.

"Yeah, as long as they don't want us to dance together." Ken replied bitterly remembering how Aya had fallen on him.

"So, we'll practice some more tonight at eight. I have some things I have to go do." Aya mumbled as he went to his room.

000

It was eight and Youji had already went in search of his next one night stand and Omi was in the mission room doing more research which left Aya and Ken alone. They were dressed in the clothing Youji had selected for them. Ken could tell that Aya had been practicing on his own the whole time since they were actually dancing fairly well together.

They danced barely touching as they moved to an erotic rhythm. Ken felt Aya's leg slide up his until it met his groin. Aya didn't seem to notice where his leg was positioned and his eyes were shut in concentration. Ken couldn't hold back a gasp as he enjoyed the friction.

"Mmmn…" Ken moaned before he could stop himself.

Aya's violet eyes flew open and surveyed Ken with confusion. Then he looked down and noticed the cause. He quickly moved his leg and stared Ken down coldly. Ken could feel his embarrassment and anger rising.

"Hard." Aya breathed as he backed away.

"Yeah, way to point out the obvious." Ken spat.

"That's not what I meant. I meant that this mission is hard." Aya looked down at Ken's noticeable bulge. Ken blushed. "I think we need to go to a few clubs, maybe even a strip club to observe some more dancing." Aya ignored Ken's embarrassment.

"Strip club?"

"Yes, who better to learn from. I'm sure Youji would know of a few good places. For all we know, he's at one right now. We'll go tomorrow."

"Uh…okay."

With that Aya turned and left Ken.

000

Ken looked at the few stains of blood that remained on the sweater with disgust. He had been soaking it all day with little result. He sprayed it down with shout for the third time and put it in the washer on cold.

"Why bother?" Ken jumped as he heard a voice behind him.

"Youji," Ken spun around surprised, he was rarely home this early.

"He's never going to wear it again anyway. Well, at least I hope not." Youji hopped on the drier and lit up a cigarette.

"If Omi catches you smoking in the house he'll kill you."

"Well, the kid isn't here." Youji leaned back against the wall.

"I feel guilty. I know it was an honest mistake, but Aya's sister made it for him." Ken could sense tears as he thought of Aya's sister. Aya truly loved his sister who was still in a coma and even after killing all those responsible, Aya had stayed an assassin much to his teammates' relief.

"Don't feel bad. Aya's just an ass." Youji said as he grabbed Ken, moved him in front of the drier, and hugged him loosely. Ken could feel Youji's legs on each side of him. He leaned into the embrace and cried. He wasn't sure if he was crying for Aya or himself. Although he was embarrassed to cry in front of Youji, it felt good to have someone hold him. "It's okay, Ken, I won't make fun of you." Youji continued holding him in his arms. He was crying so hard he was trembling. It had been a long time since he and Youji had really talked. "Shh…it's going to be okay. I really doubt this is about Aya's sweater, but I won't ask." Youji brushed Ken's hair back from his forehead and wiped the tears away. He felt safe snuggled up against Youji's chest and suddenly calm.

"If you say anything about this to the others…" Ken pulled away giving Youji a threatening look.

"Like I would. Don't worry. You should go to bed, Ken. I'll take care of the sweater, okay?"

"Yeah, right." Ken was skeptical.

"Hey, I might dislike the sweater, but now that it's yours, I'll take good care of it." Youji hopped off the drier. "Go to sleep, you look tired. Bags aren't a good look for you."

Ken said his goodnights, hoping against logic that Youji would take care of the sweater.

TBC