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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
"Yu, my boy, I think you've finally caught one. Now reel him in nice and slow, you don't want to scare him." Mr. Honda instructed as he went for the net. Youji had been fishing all day and hadn't gotten a bite where Mr. Honda had already caught several fish. Youji was very careful reeling in the fish until it was safely flopping on the ground.
"I got one; I finally got one!"
"Yes, and it's not a bad size either."
"Well, I think we have enough now." He watched as Mr. Honda unhooked the fish and packed up the fishing gear.
"Yu, before we head home I thought we could talk." Mr. Honda went to the cooler and grabbed two beers throwing one of them to Youji.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Uncle?" he asked as he sat down and opened his beer.
"Making a marriage work is hard."
"I know that but I think Aya and I will work out our differences."
"That little Aya of yours is adorable. She seems so innocent."
"Yes, she is, but I'm happy."
"Really, because you seem a bit tense."
"Well, we're just uncomfortable being in a different place. Aya feels like people can hear us when we're in bed at night," he lied to feed the uncomfortable conversation.
"Don't worry I don't think anyone can hear you."
"Good."
"You know I've never been with another woman."
"Really." Youji was kind of surprised as he took a sip of his beer. He couldn't imagine going through life only being with one person, and if Mr. Honda was really the man he was supposed to be, it didn't seem possible. Surely if he was in the human slave business he would have taken advantage of the women he had used along the way.
"You see, Yu, we got to the point where we were getting bored with our love life; as I am sure you and Aya will understand someday. Every married couple goes through this stage. I noticed myself looking at other women and your aunt started looking at other men. She was furious with me for wanting to be with another until she had a brilliant idea to stop my wandering mind and her jealousy. She decided to have a threesome.
"So, you invited another woman into your relationship?" He couldn't believe what Mr. Honda was confessing to who he thought was his nephew.
"Oh, no, we invited another man."
"Oh," He laughed nervously trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.
"Yes, at first I really didn't want to bring another man into our bed, but I could tell it would make your Aunt happy. Sometimes Youji, you have to do things you don't like to please your woman."
"But weren't you jealous when you saw her with another man."
"Well, she wasn't actually with them. She liked watching me with them, and to be perfectly honest, I liked being with men. It made us both happy without the other being jealous.
"I'm happy you found something that works for the both of you," Youji sputtered out trying to keep the funny feeling in the pit of his stomach down. The thought of the old man being with other men while his wife watched was too much for even him to handle.
"Just remember, Yu, if you or Aya need any advice on sexual matters, don't be afraid to ask."
"Sure." He put on a fake smile as he downed the rest of his beer.
"She's a freak!" Omi shouted at Youji as soon as he walked into the privacy of their bedroom.
"I see, she told you about their man on man activities."
"I wish that was all she told me. Wait a minute, how do you know about that?"
"Mr. Honda," he grimaced.
"Did he, like Mrs. Honda, give you the sex lesson you never wanted. I now know all I need to know about how to get a guy off using my mouth."
"No, he at least spared me that lesson." He laughed at the pissed off expression Omi was sporting while still in his feminine garments.
"Yeah, but you did have to hang out with the old pervert all day. He didn't grope you, did he?"
"No, he thinks I'm his nephew, remember."
"For some reason I don't think that would stop him."
"Did you miss me, love?" Youji smirked as he climbed on the bed and kissed Omi on the check. He couldn't help it, Omi was just too adorable to pass up when he was pouting.
"Youji, stop it. Man, do you stink; go take a shower." Omi pushed him away and laughed. "I can't wait until we don't have to act like a married couple.
"Yeah," he agreed as he stripped off his clothes and hopped into the shower. He had to admit he couldn't wait until he could go out, drink, smoke, and be with a real woman again.
"Hey, Youji." Omi yelled from outside the bathroom.
"What?" He asked as he conditioned his dirty blonde hair.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course, you know I don't care."
"I just thought you might want to be alone." Omi flushed as he came into the bathroom.
"And why would you think that?" Youji turned his head to look at the flustered boy skeptically.
"Well, I mean maybe you might need some alone time because you might need release. If you do, I could, um, help." He shut off the shower unsure if he had heard him right. He had really thought last night was just a one time thing, but if Omi was willing. No, he couldn't think of Omi like he was some cheap slut. But Omi did look pretty today with his short skirt and hair done up. Youji cursed silently as he felt himself getting excited by the idea of Omi pleasuring him.
"Don't think, Youji, just feel." Omi said as Youji came out of the shower. Omi stood in front of him and kissed him trailing down his chest then dropping to his knees.
Youji's eyes widened, surely Omi wasn't going to do… he lost all thought. Omi was actually doing it. The boy must have listened closely when Mrs. Honda told him about oral satisfaction. No, he shouldn't be thinking about Mrs. Honda at a time like this.
"Omi!" Youji panted as he brought his hand down to Omi's silky hair.
They had been there a whole two weeks now, but that didn't bother Youji anymore. He had Omi to keep him happy and satisfied. Every second the two could share alone they took. Omi had a talented mouth, and Youji wasn't afraid to use it anymore. He pushed the nagging feeling that he should return the favors, but Omi hadn't asked him to.
"You two look happy today. Aya musthave tried the new trick I told her about," Mrs. Honda laughed.
"Um, Yeah." Omi flushed as Youji kissed him gently on the lips.
"I should leave you and Aya alone more often," Youji said as he smirked at Mrs. Honda.
"Yu!" Omi gave him a warning look as he scooted away from him like a scorned puppy.
"Kids these days." Mr. Honda laughed as he got a reminiscent look in his eyes.
"You two need to loosen up. Here have some more wine." Mrs. Honda offered as a servant poured more wine into their glasses.
"Some music, my dear?" Mr. Honda asked as he got up and turned on some slow love music.
"Of course, love. Want to dance?" Mrs. Honda got up from the table as she extended her hand. They danced around the room holding each other close. "Would you two mind terribly to leave us alone? I would like to make love to my husband."
"Of course not." Youji responded quickly feeling a slight buzz as he got up. Omi giggled next to him as they staggered into their own bedroom.
"Youji, would you mind leaving the room, I would like to make love with my hand," Omi slurred trying to mimic the Hondas as he fell onto the bed.
"Right." He looked down at the flushed Omi who was obviously drunk.
"Youji, come." Omi patted the space next to him. Youji sat next to Omi, pulling the boy closer to him and placing soft kisses on his face.
"You're so cute." Youji murmured as he finally moved his lips to meet Omi's. He delved into the soft mouth as he tasted the faint traces of the wine they had drank earlier. Omi immediately broke the kiss and began kissing down his chest and unzipping his pants.
"Stop, Omi, you don't have to."
"But I want to."
"Why don't we do something that will give us both pleasure." He didn't know why he was offering it or exactly what he was offering to Omi. All he knew was that he was tired of being selfish. It wasn't fair to take advantage of the small blonde's generosity.
"Like what?" Omi asked looking up at him with large innocent eyes.
"Something like this." Youji flipped them over so he was on top. He grinded up against Omi panting heavily in the boy's ear.
"Oh, that's good," Omi hissed as he grabbed Youji's shirt and pulled it off. They kissed and gently rubbed up against each other, as Omi tugged at Youji's pants. He helped Omi by lifting his hips and kicking the restrictive pants off. Once he was completely naked Omi kissed up and down his chest while his hands stroked over his hips.
"Omi," he panted as he moved back on top sliding his hands up Omi's pleated skirt stroking the slender hips. He grinded himself up against Omi more forcefully as he pushed his tongue into the willing mouth. Omi was moaning into his open mouth as he encircled his slender legs around his waist.
"More, I want more."
"I know." Youji slipped Omi out of his shirt and water bra, leaving him in his skirt as he experimentally ran his hand over the flat chest. It was different from the fullness he was used to but he liked the sounds Omi made when he traced a nipple. There was no denying now that Omi was a hundred percent male. Youji thought as he brought his hand down to the bulge hidden by the skirt.
"Youji, I want more," Omi pleaded as he grabbed at the lotion next to the bed. "This should make it hurt less."
"Omi, are you sure? I really don't know what I'm doing. What if I hurt you?"
"You won't, just listen to me and we'll figure it out. Mrs. Honda didn't just tell me about oral, she also gave me a full description of what sex between two men entails."
"Please don't mention her while we're doing anything sexual."
"Sorry."
"It's ok." Youji kissed Omi passionately not really sure if he was making a good decision. His head was spinning and he couldn't quite focus on the nagging voice in his head telling him to stop. He broke from the kiss and leaned back to listen to Omi's instructions completely ignoring the voice that was screaming at him that he wasn't gay.
