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Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.


Omi's Loving Husband

Youji took another drag from his cigarette as he paced back and forth on the front lawn. Cousins, no wonder they were separated from the family. They were loners because they didn't think society would accept them.

"Youji, are you ok? Why don't we go inside; it's kind of cold out here."

"And what, Aya, sit around in the room and stare at the ceiling?" He spat as he took another drag and glared at the blonde boy.

"I don't know, maybe we could find something to watch on the T.V."

"Do you remember where the T.V. room is? If I remember right they don't have any cable just a DVD player. Do you know where the DVDs are? No, you probably don't, do you?"

"No need to be mean, I was just making a suggestion and the movies are probably in one of the drawers near the television."

"Fine!" Youji put his cigarette out feeling more and more aggravated as he followed Omi into the house. He really shouldn't be taking out his frustrations on Omi but he couldn't help it. Omi looked so much like a women with his long bouncing blonde locks and swaying hips.

Once they found the room Omi immediately found the DVDs in a drawer under the big screen T.V. "Eep." Omi squeaked as he slammed the door shut. "Well, maybe we can find something else to do." This of course sparked Youji's curiosity as he went to the drawer and pulled it out. The drawer was full of porn. Most of it seemed to be gay except for a few straight porns sprinkled though out.

"Wonder why so many of the tittles are gay?" He pondered as he looked over to a frightened Omi.

"I don't know and I don't want to know. Let's just get out of here."

"Hmm, this one looks interesting. That shouldn't be too bad, I saw the first one and it didn't have anything too bad in it." Youji said as he popped it in and sat down on the soft red couch and patted the spot next to him. He really hoped Omi would join him. It wasn't completely unnatural for two men to watch porn together. He was bored and frustrated, besides he needed Omi to help them find their way back to their room later.

"You better not be lying to me, Youji." Omi stuttered as he blushed and sat down next to him. They both rolled in laughter as they watched the cheesy movie. "This isn't even sexy; the acting is so bad how could anyone get off on this?" Omi laughed as he held his stomach. That's when the scene between two men and one woman came on. Omi's eyes bugged out as the two men began to kiss. Youji, on the other hand, was so desperate that the two men kissing didn't distract from the woman's naked breasts. He brought his hand down to adjust himself hoping Omi wouldn't notice his arousal. It was so tempting to let his hand linger but he quickly brought it back to his thigh.

"That didn't happen in the first one." He laughed nervously as one of the men began kissing down the other guy's chest.

"Sure," Omi rolled his eyes.

"No, really."

"Yu, is there something you aren't telling me," Omi giggled.

"No, this was definitely not in the first one."

"Oh, I believe you," Omi teased.

"That's it you brat." Youji began to tickle Omi's sides. Omi just looked so much like a girl with his makeup. Without thinking Youji leaned in and kissed Omi's pink and pouted lips. He pulled away slightly liking the glossy lips. He wanted so much more as he felt a slight struggle against him he wanted to know if Omi tasted as sweet on the inside, so he parted the lips and pushed his tongue into Omi's mouth. Yes, this was just what he needed, he thought as he brought his hand down to readjust himself. His jeans were getting too tight and Omi's slender body was so close to him. He slid his hands to the slender sides pulling the warm body closer to him. "You're so beautiful." He moaned as his hands crept up to the small breasts. He began running his hands over them only to realize that it was just Omi's water bra. He pulled away in disgust as he observed the small body before him. "You're not a girl."

"Wow, if it isn't the great detective Youji! You're right. I'm not a girl and I refuse to be some stand in." Omi huffed as he slapped Youji's hands away.

"Sorry, I forgot."

"How could you forget I'm a man?" Omi hissed as he grabbed his larger hands. "I'm a man!" Omi reminded him as he pushed Youji's hands up the flowery skirt. He cringed as he felt Omi's hardness. "Don't you forget it. Maybe now you'll remember the next time you get excited." The blonde panted as he pulled their hands out from under his skirt and stormed off leaving Youji alone on the couch. What had just happened? He needed to get out of this place before he did something to Omi he would really regret. Normally he would deal with his problem with alcohol but he couldn't just go drink himself to death, and there wasn't bar around for miles. Omi was angry and he had every right to be. He knew Omi wasn't really a girl, but right now he sure wished he was.


Youji walked into the room cautiously noticing the feminine garments strewn on the floor. There was a small lump in the middle of the large bed that was shaking. He winced as he heard Omi's sniffling.

"Omi, I'm so sorry." He soothed as he climbed onto the bed and stroked the quivering figure that was buried under the blanket.

"Just go away."

"I don't want to. Listen, Omi, if you don't forgive me, you won't have anyone to talk to. I really am sorry and I know you're a man.'

"Youji, am I gay?" Omi peeked out at him with red circles around his eyes. His heart broke knowing he was responsible for putting Omi through an identity crisis.

"No, we're just sexually frustrated."

"No, you're the one who's sexually frustrated. I've never been past first base with a girl. If you've never had it, you can't miss it. I was hard because you were kissing me." Omi cried even harder as he tried to burrow back under the covers.

"Have you ever thought about me before?" He asked as he pulled Omi out from under the covers.

"No."

"Then you're just confused, and it's my fault. Maybe we're both just getting too much into our parts." Youji pulled Omi out from under the covers and into his lap. He smirked looking at Omi's striped pajamas.

"I think the Hondas like us. We just need to keep on acting like we don't think anything they do is weird." Omi sniffled as he buried his face into Youji's neck. He brought his hand down to stroke Omi's soft blonde locks.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, but don't you dare act that way with me again." Omi yawned as he slowly fell asleep on his shoulder. He smirked, the boy was really cute when he was asleep.


Youji, awoke feeling stiff and sore. He was still in his clothes with Omi lying on his chest. "Omi, wake up." He whispered as he moved the smaller boy off his chest.

"Yeah, we need to get ready." Omi sighed as he headed to the bathroom. "Well, come on you can use the shower while I take a bath."

Youji stripped off his clothing and hopped in the shower as Omi pulled out his shaving cream and razor. He laughed as he watched Omi attempt to shave his legs. "Omi, let me help. I'll be done in a couple of minutes." He quickly rinsed the suds from his hair and dried off.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Omi looked at him skeptically as he climbed into the bath and took the razor.

"Of course I've helped lots of girls shave their legs." He said as he took Omi's slender but muscular leg in his hand and lathered it up.

"You're such a pervert, Youji."

"Someday, Omi, you're going to be one too."

"No, I'll never think of girls as just objects or a place to escape to because I can't deal with my issues."

"Better watch out, brat, don't forget who has a very sharp blade near your legs." He growled as he tried to push the cruel words out of his mind and finished shaving Omi's legs without making any nics.

"Wow, I guess you do know what you're doing." Omi smiled as he checked his legs out in the mirror.

"Yep, I'm the master."

"Sure."

"Well, hurry up and get ready." Youji smirked as he slapped Omi on the back with his rolled up towel.


I can't believe that old pervert!" Omi yelled as he stomped around the room.

"He was just having a little fun." Youji sighed as he slipped off his clothing. Once again the day had been long and boring. They had been there a week, and it didn't seem like they were getting much out of the older couple. Omi and he had even tried to find information by sneaking out in the middle of the night but all they did was end up getting lost.

"Just having a little fun! Yeah, grabbing your niece in law's ass is just having a little fun. You're my husband you should have stuck up for me. But no you decided to just turn your head and ignore me while you let that old man feel me up!"

"Calm down, Aya, there's nothing I could have done, and you know that."

"Omi, my name's Omi!" Omi cried in anger as he knocked a few items off the dresser.

"And you're not my wife!" He yelled back at the irate boy.

"We have to get out of here." Omi sighed as he crawled up on the bed laying on his back next to him. He could tell Omi was trying really hard to calm himself. Omi was still wearing his cute little jean skirt with a light blue shirt. He had to admit Omi looked more sexy than cute for once. He couldn't help it as he ran his hand through Omi's long hair.

"Yeah, we really do or I'm going to die from sexual frustration and alcohol withdrawals."

"I'm sure no one's ever died from that, Youji." Omi giggled as he turned to face him.

"Well, I think I'm going to be the first then."

"If you're really that frustrated why don't you just take care of it yourself."

"I have."

"Ew, when?"

"In the shower a few times, but it's not the same. It only makes me more frustrated, I need a woman."

"We shouldn't rush the mission, so you can have a woman. If you really need release I could, you know, use my hand on you." Omi flushed as he looked down at his hand.

"No, besides you wouldn't know what you were doing."

"Yes, I do, I do it to myself all the time. All you have to do is close your eyes and pretend I'm a girl."

"And what about you?"

"I'll pretend it's just me."

"Wow, that sounds twisted; you've been hanging out with the Hondas too much."

"Yes, I have." Omi slid his hand up Youji's shirt rubbing a finger over a hardened nipple. The other hand slid over his arousal before reaching up and unzipping his pants. It's just Omi, it's just a hand job, he told himself as Omi's hand finally plunged down into his pants. He threw back his head as his breath quickened.


"I would like to go fishing with you, Yu, if little Aya here doesn't mind?" Mr. Honda asked as Omi rested his head on Youji's shoulder.

"Of course, Aya won't mind she'll stay here with me. We'll have some girl time right, Aya?" Mrs. Honda beamed.

"Sounds fun," Omi smiled.

"So, Yu, what do you say?" Mr. Honda looked at him expectantly.

"Of course, but I'll warn you I haven't been fishing in a while." Youji responded as he stroked Omi's hair. Last night had been just what he needed. He had been surprised at how Omi knew how to push all the right buttons. It had been easy to think of Omi as just another girl. After all it was just a hand job and Omi looked so sexy last night.

"Well, I'll try not to catch more than you."

"Then it sounds like fun." Youji smirked as he kissed Omi's forehead.

"It looks like our young lovers have finally come out of their shells." Mrs. Honda smiled at Mr. Honda eerily. They both leaned in and kissed each other passionately. Omi suddenly lifted his head off his shoulder and scooted away uncomfortably. Youji knew that the fishing trip had to be a step up from watching some elderly couple make out in front of them.