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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
"Ugh." Youji groaned as the light filtered into the room reflecting on the large mirror and into his eyes. His head hurt, and his throat was dry. Suddenly he heard a sniffling sound next to him. Oh, no, the night came flooding back to him. Omi panting under him as they had sex multiple times in various positions. Youji had to admit Omi definitely ranked high on his list of the best ever. No, no, no, he did not just think that; it was only a one time thing. It wasn't like he was gay, was he? Never once had he ever thought about being with a guy before this night. Even as a horny teenage boy with an incredible sexual appetite , he never turned to men. Actually, he had always been slightly disgusted by the thought of two men together. In high school he used to be one of the boys who would join in on the taunting when his friends were calling a smaller boy gay. But now here he was lying naked next to his teammate and friend. He had enjoyed himself last night. It had been wild, untamed, and he felt as though he could be as rough with Omi as he wanted to be.
"I'm sorry, Youji," Omi cried next to him.
"What are you sorry about? I'm the one who should be sorry." He felt slightly guilty as he grabbed the shivering figure next to him. Right now he should be thinking about Omi and not his own damn insecurities.
"It was just a one time thing I'll never mention it again. I should go take a shower."
"Oh, no, you don't, you're going to stay here and cuddle with me until I'm ready to get up. Listen, Omi, it was a mistake, but this doesn't change anything. We're still friends, ok." Youji kissed Omi's forehead as he wiped the tears rolling down Omi's cheeks.
"Sure." Omi blushed trying to pull out of his tight embrace.
"Omi, just lie still." Youji huffed as he pulled the struggling form closer to him. There was nothing better than feeling skin against skin. He fought back his feelings of revulsion as he moved against him. He didn't want Omi to feel dirty for what they did last night. It had been Omi's first time and he wasn't about to upset the poor boy.
"Youji, this is weird."
"What's weird about cuddling?"
"Oh, I don't know maybe because we're both naked and sticky. Youji, we had sex last night, and you're straight or at least leaning towards that side, and I'm questioning whether or not I'm gay."
"Stop thinking so much, Omi. When we get back I'm going to take you out for a drink."
"Haven't you defiled me enough? I don't want to go out and get drunk with you so we can pick up on women."
"Fine, then we'll go to a gay bar," he laughed.
"You're not funny." Omi glared at him as he chewed on his bottom lip.
"Well, you're the first one who thinks so."
"Really, because I've never seen Aya laugh at any of your jokes."
"No one can make the ice prick crack a smile."
"I guess that's true." Omi sniffled as he snuggled closer to him. "Was I bad? Um, I mean did you enjoy yourself?" His heart sunk as he had been Omi's first, he was going to be the one to whom Omi would always compare all his future lovers to.
"I definitely enjoyed myself; I just hope you did too. I just don't want to be the one who ruins your ideas of sex." Youji's voice came out more shaky than he had expected it to. He couldn't bring himself to look at Omi. He didn't want to see the hurt in his big blue eyes.
"Yes, I really liked it," Omi paused. "You're not used to this?"
"Used to what?"
"Knowing the person you sleep with."
"No, more like caring about the person I sleep with. There have only been a few that I really cared about and now you're one of them."
"Oh." Omi kissed him softly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't worry I won't be too much of a burden, and before you know it everything will go back to normal. Until then why don't we make the best of it."
"Sounds good." Youji whispered as he ran his hands up and down Omi's small frame. He knew he should just stop it because he was using someone he really cared about, but Omi didn't seem to mind being used. "I'd like to see if it's just as good when I'm not tipsy."
Youji cuddled, kissed, and groped Omi any chance he could get without the Hondas looking. Omi was just so adorable wearing his sun dress and sandals. It had been three days since they first had sex and Youji couldn't get enough. Finally his sexual frustration was fading and his appetite was picking up.
"My aren't you two cozy." Mr. Honda grinned as he gave Youji a thumbs up.
"Yeah." Omi smiled sweetly as he slapped Youji's wrist away.
"My little Aya just can't keep her hands off of me." Youji teased as he watched Omi's face turn red as the vein in his forehead popped out signaling his anger.
"Oh, Yu, you're so funny." Omi looked at him warningly as he laughed falsely for the Hondas.
"Well, my lover, what do you say we retire to our rooms so we can make love to each other." Mr. Honda smirked lecherously as he stood up and offered his wife his hand.
"Sounds good to me, my lover. I'm sure the youngsters don't want to hang out with two old folks all night." Mrs. Honda took her husband's hand as she stood up.
"We don't mind," Omi smiled at them.
"You two get to bed early, and we'll see you in the morning." Mr. Honda waved as they left the room.
"So, you want to go back to our room?" Youji was starting to get excited by the idea of having Omi again.
"Youji! Now is not the time for this. We need to search the building from top to bottom until we find proof." Omi scolded him as he looked at him disapprovingly. "Don't you ever think about anything other than getting laid?"
"Nope."
"Youji!"
"Ok, lets go look, but remember no splitting up. If something goes wrong there's only two of us.
They searched the house for two hours when they finally found a small office. Omi searched through the files whileYouji looked through the desk. To no surprise there was nothing in the desk that looked incriminating. He was starting to doubt that the Honda's were bad at all. Sure they we're off their rockers but they were no hard core criminals.
"Here!" Omi gasped as he help up a file. He came over to look over Omi's shoulder to see what the boy had found. In the file was a list of names and pictures of several frightened looking teens. "These names are a list of their customers and the pictures are of the slaves."
"Wow, Omi, I think I couldhave figured that out on my own. Despite what you think, I am intelligent. But I never would have guessed the Hondas were really a part of all this."
"Yeah, I know."
"Oh, how sweet, glad to know you two think so much of us." Mrs. Honda's voice rang out from behind them. They both turned around and stared at the elderly couple in shock.
"You two should have just went back to your room and had sex, so me and my wife could watch you on that hidden camera behind the mirror. But no, you just had to ruin our fun by snooping around."
"Dear, don't be too hard on the boys; after all it is their job." Omi and Youji just gaped at them. Youji's mouth was dry and he was unable to talk.
"I guess it was fun watching them pretend to be my dead nephew and his wife. We found out someone was investigating us so we had someone do some research, and then when you two boys came, you were just too cute not to play with."
"You mean you knew I wasn't a girl this whole time and you still let me dress like this!" Omi howled as the vein in his forehead popped out and his nostrils flared.
"Oh, I wouldn't suggest making any rash moves you know those butlers we have, well, they're also trained bodyguards." Mrs. Honda laughed madly throwing her head back.
"Omi, take the list and get out of here. I'll take care of these two." Youji said looking pointedly at the window. They were high up, but he was sure Omi could make the jump.
"No, we do this together." He just nodded reluctantly as he looked into Omi's determined eyes. He could feel the fury building up inside as he thought of the many times they had acted like they were in love. The many talks they had shared with the Hondas and the sexual nights they had in front of that mirror while the Hondas… Youji sneered at the last thought. They would pay for the humiliation they caused both Omi and him.
"You'll pay for this!" Omi screamed as he gripped a sharp letter opener. You may have done your research, but you're still no match. Youji, lets deny these evil beasts their tomorrows." Youji just nodded his head as Omi lunged at Mr. Honda.
The drive home was silent. They had defeated everyone in the house and collected all the evidence. Youji couldn't forget the look of defeat on Mrs. Honda's face as he used his strangling techniques on her. He didn't want to kill them, but most of all he didn't want them to be bad. In a strange way he had really liked the Hondas. He looked over at Omi who was busy trying to pull the hair extensions out.
"Maybe we should stop at a hotel and get some rest."
"We're not that far from home," Omi's sad voice whispered from beside him. He could tell Omi was just as upset as he was, but he assumed they were for completely different reasons.
"I know I just thought you might want to get those hair extensions out and then we could rest before we have to go back home."
"Fine." Omi sighed as they pulled up to a small hotel. Once inside Youji went to the bath and began running the hot water as Omi removed his make up.
"Omi, come on." Youji pleaded as he laid down in the tub and motioned for Omi to sit on his lap. He knew this would be the last time Omi and he could be together like this and he planned to make the most of it. Once Omi was in his lap he began undoing the rest of the hair extensions which had helped to make Omi look more like a girl.
"Youji, thank you. This is what I needed: just one more night without the Hondas watching before we go back to our normal life." Omi leaned his head back on Youji's shoulder.
"I need this too." He ran his hands over the smooth skin as he soaped it up thoroughly.
"I bet you're excited to be with a woman again and not just a pretend one?" That question made Youji's stomache turn. Part of him wanted to answer yes, but the other part wanted to tell Omi that he was never a stand in. Youji decided for now the best answer was silence. He ran his hand across Omi's chest and then went lower until Omi was panting and bucking against him in the water. Tonight he wouldn't think, he would just feel like he did with everyone else he had ever been with. This was their last night together and he didn't want to fill it with meaningless chatter.
Omi tapped his foot nervously as they approached the shop. It was strange seeing Omi dressing as a guy again, but it did ease his attraction to the small blonde.
"Why are you so nervous?" Youji asked as they approached the door.
"We haven't seen them for so long."
"It's only been a few weeks, Omi."
"I know, but we haven't even talked to them. I just miss them that's all."
"Aya?" Youji arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, Aya too. You know if you and Ken would be a little nicer to him you might get to know him more."
"If we were a little nicer! He's the one who needs to be nicer."
"Youji!" Omi warned as they opened the door to the shop.
"Omi!" Aya and Ken shouted in unison as Omi went bounding toward Ken nearly knocking him over as he threw himself into Ken's arms. Ken laughed as he tried to balance them while he hugged Omi back.
Youji felt a stab of jealousy as he watched Ken's powerful arms wrap around Omi's slender waist. Had they always been this affectionate? Yes, they had; the two of them we're openly expressive with their feelings and didn't bottle them up. Youji was sure if Ken thought he could get away with it he'd hug him too. But Aya just like him didn't like being hugged. Youji smirked at the idea of Ken trying to hug the stiff Aya.
"Man, Youji, I'm glad you two are back." Ken said with relief as he finally let go of a squirming Omi. Youji looked at Aya who was staring at Ken with a cold indifference. He felt sorry for Ken being stuck alone with Aya. Ken was someone who thrived off attention and was used to everyone liking him. Aya seemed to like Omi, showed his disgust openly with him, but with Ken there was nothing. Not a strong like or dislike and Youji knew that drove Ken crazy. It didn't look like much had changed since they left.
"Do you have the evidence we need?"
"Of course, Aya, we have a whole list of names of the people involved. So, don't worry I'll take care of the report tomorrow." Omi smiled at Aya brightly as he blinked at him. Youji could see the corners of Aya's mouth twitch as he tried to fight off a smile. He decided to help the poor man out.
"Man, Aya, you sure do have a one track mind. I bet you get off on missions, don't you?" Youji smirked as Aya frowned and looked at him with disgust.
"Youji, that's not very nice." Omi scolded as he drew closer to Aya's side as though protecting Aya from his cold words.
"I bet it feels nice being a guy again. Although, I must admit you made one hot girl." Ken teased as Omi's face flushed.
"Shut up, Ken."
"I hope Youji didn't molest you too much. You did make a pretty convincing girl."
"Of course he didn't." Omi stammered as he tried to hide his blush.
"I'm going to get the bags," Youji said wanting to get out of the awkward situation. He didn't want to see Omi mess up and accidentally reveal what happened between them.
"Hey, I'll help you." Ken offered as he followed him to the car. Once they finished unloading the bags they both plopped down on the couch as they waited for Aya to close up the shop. "Man, I am so glad you two are back. I was just about to go crazy. I mean Aya is just so cold to me. Whenever I opened my mouth he would just look at me as though I were stupid or something."
"Don't let Aya get to you, Ken. I'm sure that deep down in that frozen heart of his he kind of likes us. Look at it this way, at least you don't disgust him by just breathing."
"Yeah, I guess. Um, so, Youji, did the mission go okay. I mean nobody got hurt did they?"
"No, we got out of there with little to no scratches.
"So, did you find any hot maids to fool around with?"
"No, there wasn't one single female in sight except for Mrs. Honda. All of their hired help were men."
"Oh, Youji, how did you survive?" Ken asked with legitimate concern.
"I used my hand, but it's all ok now because I'm going out tonight." He smirked at the thought of having a beer and picking up a beautiful woman.
"Aya scheduled you for whatever morning you came back."
"What? That bastard, he knew I would want to go out the night I came back!"
"Aya just likes making others as miserable as he is. What a pathetic little man." Ken growled as he clenched his fists. "Don't worry though I'll take your morning shift."
"You don't have to. Really, what's one more night." Youji sounded so defeated he wasn't even sure if it was him talking. He didn't really think he could go another night without being in the company of a woman.
"No, Youji, you go have fun. After all, you just got done with a long stressful mission. I think I can put up with Aya for one more day. Anyway it will make my day just knowing that I pissed him off."
"Wow, bitter much, Ken?"
"Yes, he just pisses me off with his cold arrogant I don't give a crap about you attitude!" Ken spat as the muscles in his arms tensed.
"Glad to know how you really feel about me." Aya's voice came from behind them. Youji looked back surprised to see the hurt in Aya's violet eyes for just a few seconds, then when Ken looked back it was gone and Aya walked up the stairs slamming his bedroom door.
"Oh, Ken I think you really hurt his feelings." Omi moved from the doorway to the couch to look at Ken with his big sad eyes.
"Good, then I finally got his attention. Maybe he won't take me so lightly next time."
"Ken!"
"Don't Ken me, Omi, you never scold him when he treats me like crap or belittles me."
"Yeah, but Aya's sensitive." Ken and Youji just stared at Omi in disbelief. "He is!"
"Sure." Ken rolled his eyes.
"Well, I'm going to go out,"Youji said, trying to break the awkward silence.
"But it's only six. I thought we could all eat dinner together. Then you can go out." Omi looked at him with pleading eyes.
"I'll go get us some takeout." Ken offered as he grabbed Aya's keys and headed out the door.
"Wait, Ken, is that a good idea?" Youji asked but it was too late Ken was already out the door. He just prayed that Aya wouldn't come out of his room and notice Ken took his car.
"Well, I guess he can't carry the food for all of us on his motorcycle, but he still should have asked."
"No, he should have just taken my jeep. He's just asking to piss Aya off."
"What Aya doesn't know won't hurt him. Maybe I should go see if he's ok."
"I'm sure he's fine and wants nothing more than to be left alone."
"Um, ok." Omi sat in silence, and Youji was almost regretting persuading the kid not to go comfort Aya. Omi was nervously twirling a strand of hair around his finger. He wanted to reach out and stroke the silky lock.
"Well, um, where are you going tonight?"
"I don't know yet."
"I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding someone tonight. I don't see how anyone could refuse you. Um. It's just that you do look sexy today." Youji laughed as he put his arm around Omi and drew him in for a quick kiss. Omi snuggled into the embrace before they both looked at each other and scooted to opposite sides of the couch.
"I guess we're just used to acting like a couple. I'm really sorry about that, Omi."
"It's ok. Let's just be more careful about that."
"Food's here!" Ken boomed.
"I'll go get Aya," Omi yelled as he bounced up the stairs.
"Why bother?" Ken grumbled as he got out four plates and poured them all their favorite drinks.
"You know, Ken, if you really didn't care whether or not Aya was here you wouldn't be pouring Aya orange juice."
"Shut up. Here." Ken shoved a beer at him.
Once Aya and Omi sat down the table fell silent. Ken and Aya glared at each other and Omi avoided making any kind of eye contact with him.
"So, I guess you'll have a lot of make up work to do when you go back to school?" Youji asked Omi wanting to break up the silence.
"No, I got all my work done for up to four weeks before we left. So, I'm actually ahead of the rest of my class."
"What story did Manx feed your school this time?" Ken asked as he took a sip of water.
"She just told them that my Grandpa was about to pass away and the whole family needed to be by his side."
"That's a good one, but don't you think she's running out of excuses for your absences."
"Well, at least I won't have to worry about it for much longer. I mean I will be graduating in a couple of months."
"Yeah, that's right. What do you want for a graduation present?" Ken shoved some food in his mouth.
"You don't have to get me anything. The best present would be all of you guys coming."
"Of course we'll all be there. We wouldn't miss it for the world." Aya gave Omi a small smile.
