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Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry that it's been so long since the last chapter but I have been really busy. Thank you for the reviews and please keep on letting me know what you think.
Omi's Loving Husband
Youji smiled as he walked into the shop humming happily as he thought of the hot brunette he had woken up with that morning. She had been absolutely stunning, but Youji couldn't help thinking of Omi when he was with her. His mind kept wondering back to the differences between the woman in his arms and the young masculine body of Omi.
"Hey, boys, how has your day been?" He smiled cheerfully as he looked at the stoic Aya and an angry Ken.
"Just great my shift is up. Oh, and Youji would you tell Aya that I got all the flower deliveries done."
"Youji would you tell Ken to stop acting like a child."
"Would you tell Aya to stop acting like a bastard!"
"Oh, that's real mature, Ken."
"That's it! I'm out of here." Ken growled dangerously as he threw off his apron and grabbed his motorcycle helmet.
"Well, I guess that settles it." Youji mumbled as he took his apron and grabbed the broom. He went outside where he could sweep the front step and have a smoke. Ken and Aya really needed to sort out their differences if they were ever going to work together. He had to wonder what happened while Omi and he were off at the Honda's house. Did Ken and Aya ignore each other or were they constantly at each others' throats.
"Hey, Youji." Omi chirped happily as a herd of school girls followed behind him. Youji waved and sighed as he put out his cigarette and went inside to help Aya with the after school rush. All three of them worked busily as they tried to fulfill the giggling girls' orders. As soon as they got done Aya mumbled something about the hospital and his sister and took off in a rush.
"Did you have fun last night?" Omi asked as soon as they were in the house. "Was she hot? Did she give you everything you wanted?"
"Um."
"Well, come on, you always used to describe your one night stands in detail just to make me flustered."
"Yeah, but that was before…"
"You screwed me," Omi finished.
"Omi, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was the best sex I ever had."
"It's the only sex you ever had." He reminded Omi as he sat down.
"Just rub it in, you ass. Not all of us can be as experienced in the ways of sexually pleasing men as you, because we all know you've had so many. If I remember right it was me giving you the directions that night." Omi snarled as he reluctantly sat down next to him.
"Ok, so we we're both a little new to it. Now, can we please change the subject, I really don't want to talk about my sex life with you."
"Well, that's too bad because I am a part of your sex life." Omi snapped glaring at him. Youji's guilt was slowly starting to return and it was becoming painfully obvious that Omi and he couldn't just ignore what had happened between them. "I'm sorry. Just ignore what I said. I'm just stressed out from classes and I don't even know what I'm saying." Omi's eyes welled up with tears as he made a move to leave. Youji couldn't stand the thought of Omi going off somewhere to cry by himself. He grabbed onto Omi's hand.
"Hey, Omi, do you want some ice cream?"
"What?"
"Why don't we go get some ice cream, doesn't that sound good?"
"Have your lost your mind, Youji?"
"Maybe."
"Do you really want to get ice cream with me or are you just trying to make me feel better?"
"I really want to get ice cream with you; I wouldn't ask unless I wanted to. Come on let's go." He got up still holding onto Omi's hand as they headed out the door. They walked to a quiet little ice cream parlor where Youji ordered two vanilla ice cream cones before leading Omi to a little table outside.
"Was there something you wanted to talk to me about." Omi questioned as he licked at his ice cream cone seductively.
"Yes, I just wanted to say that I can't ignore the fact that things have changed between us, but at the same time I don't want to acknowledge it."
"Yeah."
"And I feel guilty I used you, Omi, and there's no denying it. I can tell you're hurt by me being with other people."
"You wish." Omi growled as a bead of vanilla rolled down his chin. Youji couldn't stand it anymore as he leaned across the table and licked the sticky substance off Omi's chin until their lips meet. He quickly pulled away hopping no one noticed. "You're so full of yourself. You think you're so irresistible, but guess what, Youji, I'm not hung up on you. I'm over you. So stop treating me like I'm going to go into some deep depression because I will never be graced with your presence again.
"Omi, that's not what I think."
"No, Youji, it is how you think. Don't worry I'll move on just as easily as you have." Youji felt sick, this wasn't how he had wanted their conversation to go.
"Omi, This isn't easy for me either; you think I like the fact that I hurt you?"
"Stop acting like you hurt and used me. Did you ever stop to think that I was using you too. Trust me, Youji, I never did and still don't think you love me in that way. I'm not some stupid kid, ok, so stop treating me like it." Omi huffed as he got up.
"Sorry, lets just go home, but if you really don't care don't act so sad when I go out."
"Fine," Omi agreed. "Let's just get home. I have some homework to do."
"I thought you said you didn't have any homework."
"Youji!" Omi warned as they walked home in silence.
"You scratched my car, you bastard!"
"I haven't even been in your car," Ken lied. Youji and Omi walked in on the two angry me facing off in front of them.
"Yes you were. I could smell you all over my car!"
"Ok, so maybe I took it out to get food last night, but I didn't scratch it."
"Yes, you did it's right under the lock on the driver's side and now my car smells like you," Aya howled.
"I don't smell, and you probably got it when you went to go visit the stupid hospital. I don't even know why you bother it's not like she's ever going to wake up anyway!" Youji gasped as Omi cried out next to him. He knew Ken had gone too far when Aya lunged at him and both boys rolled on the floor trying to hurt the other as much as they could. Aya finally managed to roll on top and began wailing on Ken relentlessly.
"You bastard. I hate you. I just wish you would die!" Aya punched Ken hard in the stomach.
"Aya, stop, Youji make him stop," Omi pleaded.
"Don't bother." Aya spat as he got up and wiped his bloody hand on Ken's shirt before he grabbed his coat and stormed out the door.
"I hate him. I really hate him." Ken cried in frustration as he spit up some blood.
"Oh, Ken." Omi was at his side holding him. "You really shouldn't have said that about his sister."
"I know." Ken shook crying into Omi's shoulder. Youji stood there unsure of what he should do. Should he follow Aya or just stand there and watch Omi take care of Ken? Aya was probably going to the hospital so he wouldn't be that hard to find.
"I'll be back later."
"You're not going out at a time like this, are you?" Omi looked up at him with disgust. Youji didn't care what the brat thought of him. He didn't need to defend himself. He just quietly turned around and walked out the door.
Just as he had expected Aya was sitting by his sister's side with his back to the door. Youji cautiously approached the siblings.
"I love you. You know that. No one can ever take your place." Aya whispered as he held his sister's pale hand and kissed her briefly on the lips. Youji cringed, knowing he shouldn't be watching this but he couldn't take his eyes off Aya's open display of affection for his little sister.
"I will wait forever for you to wake up. I'll never give up on you. You're all I have left." Aya leaned his head on her stomach as his shoulders shook.
"Aya?" Youji whispered softly as he walked into the room and placed a hand on Aya's shoulder. Aya jumped a little bit but made no move to remove the hand. It was hard to see their leader so torn up. Never once had Youji seen Aya looking so lost.
"She's going to wake up. She has to wake up," Aya cried. Youji couldn't remember Aya crying once and the display of emotion scared him. He swooped the broken man into his arms and pulled him back into a warm embrace.
"Aya, don't cry. She's still here, and I know she loves you."
"Youji!" Aya turned around burying his face into Youji's chest as he grasped onto him and cried hard. It was a horrible cry of a wounded animal or someone who had forgotten how. He could feel the wetness seeping through his shirt.
"Shh, it's ok, Aya, just let it all out. Then I will take you home."
"I can't go home, I can never go home. I no longer have a home."
"Of course you do, you have us."
"I'll never fit in. You guys had been together before I came barging in."
"That doesn't matter, you're a part of us all now."
"He hates me. I could tell from the first day… he's always hated me. Ken will never see me as a part of this team." Aya cried harder as he attempted to draw closer to him.
"Ken's just short tempered, Aya, and you know you're not exactly nice to him."
"I know." Was all Aya said before he closed his watery eyes. Youji sat down and cradled the redhead in his arms as he stroked the silky hair until the man finally fell asleep. He stared at the pretty girl that laid motionless on the bed. She had long black hair and ivory skin. She truly was a stunning creature and he couldn't help but think how she would look awake. Youji had to wonder if she and Aya were actually related because they had such different looks but he could see a little bit of Aya in her face. She had high cheek bones and pouted lips just like her brother. No wonder Aya was obsessed with his own sister; she was truly beautiful.
"Youji wake up. We need to get home the flower shop should have been opened an hour ago." Aya stared coldly down at him. Youji was disoriented as he realized he had just spent the night sleeping in a hospital and cuddling with Aya. At least it looked like Aya was back to his normal bastard self and he for once was glad for that.
"Ok, I'm up. I'm not so sure we should go back though I mean Ken is probably there and the last thing we need is another fight."
"Well, if he starts mouthing off, I'll just put him in his place."
"Exactly what I don't want to happen. I think you got him good enough yesterday."
"Hnn."
"If you want Ken to respect you, you have to give him some respect back." Aya just shrugged his shoulders as he looked down at his sister lovingly before he turned back with a determined look in his eyes.
"Youji, never mention last night to anyone or I will give you a slow and painful death."
"Trust me, Aya, waking up with you in my arms is nothing to brag about." Aya gave him a look of utter repulsion. "That's more like the Aya I know." He laughed as he leaned down over the girl on the bed and kissed her on the lips. "Nice meeting you, Aya."
"Don't touch her." Aya growled as he fisted his hands.
"I guess only you are allowed to touch her." He turned and left the room before Aya could hit him.
The flower shop was tense and Youji was just waiting for Ken to explode on Aya. Ken looked horrible with his black eye, split lip, and bruised cheek. Aya had really done a number on him. For most of the day both boys stayed out of each others' way except for the occasional brush up against the other here and there.
"We should close the shop early we don't need the fan girls pawing at Ken. He's injured enough already." He suggested as he watched Ken wince in pain every time he moved.
"You're right." Aya agreed as he pulled down the shutter.
"What, don't want people to see how you abuse me." Ken snarled at Aya as he rubbed his bruised stomach.
"Ken, why don't you go get some rest you look tired." Youji said as he nervously paced the room. The tension was thick and he was just waiting to see which man would snap first.
"I'm not tired."
"Ken!" Omi came bouncing into the room running over the man and placing his hand on his bruised check tenderly. "You should put some ice on that." Youji winced when he saw Omi's eyes sparkle as he looked up at Ken. Aya was right. Ken was stupid and useless. What could Omi possibly see in him. No that wasn't true Ken was perfect except for his little anger management problem. Aya had an estranged look on his face as he stared at Omi and Ken. Then he looked at him both of their eyes meet before Aya huffed and left the room. Youji wasn't sure what Aya was trying to say with his eyes.
"Stop fretting, Omi, I'm fine." Ken spoke as he held Omi's hand in his. Now that was definitely something for concern. He couldn't take anymore or them fawning all over each other and he needed to get out. Tonight he was going to find someone who wouldn't make him think about Omi's talented lips, muscular chest, long slender limbs, and powerful thighs.
"Ugh, bad, Youji." He slapped his hand to his face.
"Youji, are you ok?" Ken looked over at him questioningly.
"Uh, yeah I'm just going out. See you guys later." Youji laughed nervously as he turned to leave.
He came staggering in late smelling of smoke, beer, and cheep perfume. He hadn't gone home with any women like he had wanted to. But instead spent the whole time telling them about a short little blond named Aya. He had been sad reminiscing about memories of Omi and him at the Honda's. He was disgusted with himself as he cried on a beautiful woman's chest about Omi I wasn't natural, he wasn't gay, so why was he so hung up on Omi.
That's when he saw them cuddled up on the couch with the television on. Ken was stretched out on the couch in only his jeans with Omi curled up on top of him with his head resting on Ken's naked chest. His heart burned with jealousy. Omi surely wasn't interested in Ken. For all he knew Ken wasn't even gay, but he couldn't look at the two anymore without feeling sick. He slowly climbed the stairs and opened the door turning on his lights when he was suddenly slammed up against the door.
"You didn't tell anyone, did you?" Intense violet eyes meet his.
"What the hell, Aya? Of course I didn't tell anyone about our late night cuddle fest."
"You didn't tell anyone about my sister and me, did you?"
"Why would I say anything about you visiting your sister?" He asked in confusion. What the hell was Aya talking about? He visited his sister all the time.
"Good." Aya let up his grip on him. "But if you do ,Youji, you'll be sorry." Aya breathed in his face as he pulled away and walked out of the room leaving Youji baffled. Sure he thought Aya was a little weird about his sister but this threat only made him think there was more than something wrong with Aya. He didn't have time to deal with Aya's psychobabble as he laid down on his bed not bothering to strip off his clothing.
TBC
