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Warning: Mild language, violence, and sexual content between males. If any of this bothers you, do not read.
Omi's Loving Husband:
Chapter 2
Youji and Omi sat in silence as they made the hour long trip to the Honda residence. Youji's eyes widened as he saw the huge mansion. It was an English style castle that looked out of place for Japan, but he knew from the briefing they had received that the Honda's did have a fascination with other cultures. The house was definitely out in the middle of nowhere, which fit their profile as recluses.
"Wow, it's bigger than I imagined it." Omi's big blue eyes bugged out of his head as he drank in the impressive sight.
"Yeah, it looks like they built up quite a fortress," Youji observed as he admired the stone fence and iron gate while they approached the entrance. Youji pushed the buzzer on the front of the gate.
"Honda residence; who wishes to enter." An older man's voice came from the speaker.
"Yu and Aya Honda."
"Oh, good, please drive through. My wife and I will be ready to meet you." With that the gates opened and Youji made the long drive up to the house. Omi and Youji cautiously got out of the car as an elderly couple approached them. Mr. Honda was short and thin with gray shoulder length hair and a pointy beard. Mrs. Honda on the other hand was taller and wider with gray hair pulled back into a severe bun. They were both wearing beautiful, traditional kimonos.
"If it isn't the newlyweds." Mrs. Honda beamed as she clapped her hands together and stared at both of them with deep concentration. "My, Yu, you look just like my husband did when he was your age. It really is a shame we haven't met you til now."
"Yes, my love is right, it is a shame." Mr. Honda spoke as he eyed Omi and winked.
"Well, do come on, young lovers, and don't worry about the luggage; the butler will get it." Mrs. Honda smiled as she opened the front door.
"Yes, come, young lovers." Mr. Honda repeated sounding slightly more lecherous. It appeared that Mr. Honda was a crazy old pervert.
"We'll show you to your room and around the house."
Youji had been amazed by the house. It had many different rooms. Each had it's own unique theme. He was going to need a map to get around, but what made him mad was that all the hired helped seemed to be young men. His dreams of seducing a maid were quickly fading.
"Well, we've shown you the pool, stables, living areas, kitchens, and the dinning room. I guess that only leaves your room." Mrs. Honda smirked as they headed towards a more secluded area.
"Don't worry, we made sure you were in a private wing of the house. So you can be as loud as you want." Mr. Honda winked at Omi who immediately flushed.
"Honey, don't embarrass the poor things."
"Don't you remember us when we were newlyweds," he reminisced with a sparkle in his eyes as he leaned in and kissed his wife. Omi and Youji fidgeted uncomfortably as they watched the elderly couple kiss passionately.
"Well, I do believe you just reminded me," Mrs. Honda panted as she pulled away. "Come on in, children, I do believe you will like your lovers' nest." The room was beautiful with a queen sized canopy bed, and dark blue linens. Even Youji had to blush when he noticed the wall across from the bed had a large mirror. He knew exactly what that was meant for, but unfortunately it didn't look like he would be getting a chance to use it since there were no women in the house except Mrs. Honda. Youji highly doubted that he would get desperate enough to seek her company.
"Oh, and the bathroom." Mrs. Honda directed them to the bathroom where there was a nice large tub and a glass shower right next to it.
"Well, Yu, do you think this will be ok for you and Aya?" Mr. Honda asked as he nudged him suggestively.
"Yes, it will be fine. Thank you for your generosity, Uncle."
"Why don't you two lovers come downstairs with us and we'll have dinner. After that you can retire to your room." Mrs. Honda gave them another sweet smile as she led the way.
Dinner had been slightly uncomfortable but the conversations were very general and pleasant. Youji was having a hard time seeing the Honda's being involved in anything illegal; sure they were definitely eccentric, but they just didn't seem evil.
"Man, I hate this damn dress!" Omi hissed as he quickly pulled it off revealing his water bra and black feminine panties. Youji tried to hold back his laughter but he just couldn't.
"Stop laughing! You think I like this? It's a pain to walk around in heels, wearing girl's underwear, and talking in a high pitched voice."
"Sorry, baby, you look beautiful," Youji teased as Omi chucked the rest of his clothing and walked into the bathroom. Youji sprawled out on the bed and listened to the sound of the shower. His body moved around restlessly. Normally at this time he would be heading to the bars to find his one night stand. Sighing he crawled off the bed and found Omi's matching striped pajamas and a pair of boxers. He slowly approached the bathroom with the articles of clothing in his hand. "Here you go." He said as he handed them to Omi while he dried off.
"Thanks, I'm sorry, Youji. It's just tiring trying to remember to act like a girl."
"I know, lets just go to bed." They both made their way to the bed and Youji stripped off his clothes. He was about to slip into the warm cozy bed when he noticed Omi's look of disgust.
"Youji, you are not sleeping in the bed naked with me."
"Then don't sleep in the bed. I never wear clothes when I sleep."
"Fine, just stay on your own side."
"Don't worry, I will." He smirked as Omi reluctantly crawled into the bed mumbling under his breath. "Hey, don't whine, I'm not having my normal late night smoke." With that Youji turned away from the kid and drifted off to sleep.
"Youji!"
"Mmm, baby, I love it when you call my name," Youji purred as he rubbed himself up against the warm clothed body. Hey, that wasn't normal why was she wearing clothing. He slowly opened his tired eyes to be faced with a flushed Omi whose normally bright blue eyes were burning with rage.
"I'm going to kill you, Youji!"
"Omi, don't be mad. I thought you were a girl that's all." Omi slapped him hard across the face. He winced as he watched the blonde storm into the bathroom.
"Come on, Omi, I'm sorry I was asleep."
"Just forget about it, you jerk. I mean all you did was rub up against me." Omi cried as he slowly opened the door and peered out at him. "Maybe you should take a cold shower or something," Omi suggested as he looked down at Youji's nether regions. "I guess we are both making sacrifices." Omi slowly wiped away the tears that were forming at his eyes.
"Yeah," Youji quickly covered himself.
It had taken Omi two hours to get ready and Youji was tired of waiting. "Come on, hurry up."
"I can't get my dress zipped up." Omi was struggling with the zipper of a yellow sundress.
"Here." Youji helped him with it taking the tiny zipper and moving it up Omi's smooth back. "We should hurry up and find our strange uncle and aunt, or they might think we don't like them."
"Ok, I'm ready, Yu."
"You look good, Aya." He wasn't lying; Omi had a nice figure for a guy. He could easily pass for a girl if one did not know he was really a man. It wasn't that Omi looked like a girl; it was just that he had a smooth back and nice hips.
"Thanks," Omi said nonchalantly as they walked out the door and to the dining room.
"Why, hello, you two, have a late night last night?" Mrs. Honda giggled as she looked at the two of them.
"Yes." Youji smirked back at the old woman.
"Yu," Omi scolded as he tried to hide his face.
'Now, don't embarrass our little Aya." Mr. Honda scooted over offering them a seat. Youji and Omi sat down as the butlers poured them some water.
"Let's see, what would you two like to do today?" Mrs. Honda asked as she chewed on a strawberry sensually and looked at her husband seductively. Youji had to look away from the older couple's sexual advances to each other. The thought of two old people getting it on was just too disturbing, even for him.
"You guys have horses right?. I've never been on a horse before."
"What a lovely idea, Aya. We can ride horses and have a picnic."
"Sounds like a good idea to me, Uncle." Youji wasn't so sure about this. He had always had a fear of horses. When he was younger he had fallen off one and almost broke his leg. He sighed when he saw the look of excitement in Omi's eyes. Just this once he could swallow his fear and do something nice for Omi.
When they got to the stables the servants had two horses ready. He looked slightly confused because there should have been four horses.
"We thought you might want to ride together," Mr. Honda explained as he hopped onto a beautiful white stallion and picked up Mrs. Honda placing her in front of him. Youji calmed himself as he got on a grayish horse and did the same with Omi who didn't seem at all happy about the arrangement.
"It was you who suggested this," he hissed in Omi's ear as they began to move.
"Yes, but I thought we would have our own horses," Omi whispered with obvious disappointment in his voice. Youji noticed Mrs. Honda looking over at them and leaned in to kiss Omi tenderly on the check.
"Oh, what it is to be young and in love." Mr. Honda laughed as they came to a clearing. They reluctantly cuddled up next to each other on the blanket as they ate.
"So, where ever did you find such a sweet girl?" Mrs. Honda asked as she slipped some bread into Mr. Honda's mouth.
"We met in high school. What about you and Uncle?"
"Well, we've known each other since we were just kids. I guess your father never told you much about us. He was always so embarrassed by his little brother. You see me and your uncle were…"
"Honey, that is quite enough. I'm sure Yu and Aya don't want to hear a boring story about how two old geezers fell in love."
"You're embarrassed. You're embarrassed by our love?"
"No, my love."
"Yes, you are; you're embarrassed that we were cousins, but I'm not. I knew the first time I met you when I was six and you were five that one day I would marry you." Mrs. Honda had sparkles in her eyes as she seemed to disappear to a different time for a short period. Omi and Youji didn't look too surprised because they couldn't. The thought of it didn't really disturb Youji as much as it should have, but then again he never had any first cousins.
"You don't seem disgusted?" Mr. Honda asked in surprise as he finally looked up to meet their eyes.
"You two seem to really love each other. Sometimes you can't help who you love." Omi sighed as he grasped Youji's hand and squeezed it. The kid must have been thinking of his own first love with Ouka. No wonder Omi wasn't grossed out by the idea.
"See, I told you they wouldn't care." Mrs. Honda chirped as she leaned in and kissed her husband. Youji wished he had someone to kiss like that. Pictures of his previous one night stands floated through his head. He grimaced when he felt himself starting to get excited. All he had to do was look up at the happy couple to get turned off.
"If you two will excuse me I'm going to take a little walk and have a smoke. I know it's a nasty habit and I'm trying to break it for Aya."
"Yeah, but I doubt that will ever happen." Omi raised his voice as he glared up at him.
"If you don't mind why don't you two go back to the house. I would like to make love to my wife on this picnic blanket."
"Um, uh, sure." Omi stuttered as he grabbed Youji and dragged him to the horse. You can have your smoke when we get back. Just ride as fast as you can; I really don't want to hear those two when they start going at it." For once Youji had to agree with Omi as he hopped onto the horse and rode off as fast as he could go.
