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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

"Here, Ken, try this; it's really good," Omi giggled as he popped a piece of blueberry muffin into Ken's mouth. Youji spit out his coffee as he watched Ken open his mouth for Omi to feed him more.

"I think Ken can feed himself. I didn't beat him that badly," Aya said coldly as he put his book down and glared at Omi.

"Sorry, Aya." Omi looked down and clasped his hands together tightly.

"Don't be, we were just fooling around. I don't see how we are bothering you, Aya."

"Well, you are. Why don't you two go get a room because you're making me sick." Aya scowled as he got up and went to his room.

"You're the one who's sick," Ken muttered to no one in particular. "I need to go take a shower." With that Ken left Youji and Omi in silence.

"You and Ken seem pretty cozy." Youji couldn't keep the anger out of his voice and knew Omi would pick up on it.

"Well, we are friends. Is something bothering you Youji? You look a bit tense." Omi looked concerned as he came around the table and began to massage his aching shoulders. "Youji, why don't you just let it go. Why don't you just hold me again like you did at the Honda's? I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes." Omi whispered as he leaned in and kissed the back of his neck.

"Because, it's not right. I'm not gay, Omi; I like women."

"I could dress like a woman again." He could feel tears hit the back of his neck and trickle to the edge of his shirt.

"Oh, Omi." He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want Omi to cry or be upset or give up his manhood for him. He grabbed Omi's head and turned the boy so they were facing each other. He stared into Omi's large blue eyes that were now releasing drops of water flowing freely down his pink checks. Omi was undeniably beautiful with or without the dress and makeup. Youji dragged Omi into his lap and kissed his lips gently. Omi quickly stopped crying kissing him back with more passion and straddling his hips.

"We shouldn't be doing this in the kitchen with Aya and Ken in the house." Omi mumbled and he ran a hand across Youji's muscular chest.

"But isn't it more exciting to know we might get caught." Youji teased as he pushed Omi slightly away.

"Yeah," Omi giggled as he panted pressing against him. Youji stiffened as he felt Omi's heat against his own. He still wasn't use to the idea of having something hard pressed against him. It wasn't natural, not like when he was with a woman who was soft and delicate.

"But you're right we shouldn't be doing this, it's not right, Omi. Besides I don't feel like getting tag teamed by Aya and Ken for taking your innocence."

"You never know, they might beat me up instead."

"For what?"

"I don't know." Omi shrugged his shoulders as he reluctantly got off of Youji and went to sit down opposite of him.

"Man, I wish Aya and Ken would get lives." He hissed in frustration as he rubbed his own thigh.

"Don't hold your breath."

"I don't believe my ears, did I just hear you day something mean about Aya and Ken?"

"I didn't really mean that; it's just annoying how their always fighting all the time." Omi blushed looking away from him.

"Yeah, it seems things have gotten worse when we left."

"Do you think there's anything we can do?"

"Sure, we can tie them together and lock them in a closet and maybe in a month they might like each other."

"Youji! I'm trying to be serious."

"So am I. It's best we just let them sort out their own issues."

"Yeah, we have our own issues to deal with, don't we."

"Omi, I thought we agreed not to talk about all that once we got home." He really did want to talk to Omi, but that would only cause them more pain in the future.

"Yeah, well, I probably better go get ready and make sure Ken's ok. His kids' game is today.

"Oh, yeah, today's Saturday. So, I guess I'll be stuck handling the shop with Aya." Youji cringed remembering how Aya had attacked him the night before.

"I guess, but Youji be careful around him. I don't want you to end up bruised and battered like Ken. Aya's been in a bad mood lately.

"When is that guy not in a bad mood."

"I'm sure even Aya is happy sometimes."

"Only when he's with his sister." He mumbled as he watched Omi disappear up the stars.


"I hope they lose."

"What was that Aya?" Youji asked as he came in from sweeping outside and having his afternoon smoke.

"I hope they lose!"

"You hope who loses. Is there some bad villain I don't know about?"

"I hope Ken's team loses; that would serve him right."

"Aya they're just kids. Why would you wish them to lose."
"Because Ken's a bastard."

"Ok, Aya, I got the point, you really don't like Ken."

"What's a guy like that doing in the assassin business. I mean he doesn't seem to have such a horrible life. He was a popular goalie for the J-league. He was practically famous before that scandal broke out, and he had women just crawling all over him!" Aya spat bitterly as his violet eyes sparked in anger.

"Um, Aya, maybe you should lie down for a bit. We could close up shop early. You're not looking too well." He suggested as he stared at his teammate not sure what to think.

"You're right, I'm not feeling well. Youji, do you mind closing up alone. I have somewhere I need to go." Youji didn't get a chance to respond as he watched the back of Aya's head bobbing out the door.

000

Youji groaned as he came into the house. It was only ten at night but he just wasn't in the mood to go get drunk and wind up in some stranger's bed. He wasn't feeling well and Aya's freaky behavior was constantly on his mind. Something was wrong with him, but Youji doubted Aya would ever seek him out to help solve his problem. No, that just wasn't Aya's style. Aya was the type to brood and then go visit his sister. Youji cringed at the thought of the poor lifeless girl forced to listen to Aya's psychotic tantrums.

He walked up the stairs relieved to see no one was up and Ken and Omi weren't asleep together on the couch. He walked into the dark room when suddenly his door slammed him up against the door.

"Oh, no not again I told you I wouldn't…" he was suddenly cut off by a warm mouth pressed to his. Youji immediately shoved the warm body away. "Aya, stop this, it isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Aya? Damn you, Youji, I'm not a girl and we're not at the Honda's anymore."

"Omi!" Youji gasped in surprise and relief.

"You mean you thought I was the real Aya and you let me kiss you?" Omi switched on the light and looked at him with huge questioning eyes.

"Hey, you're the one who attacked me, and I did push you away." He said defensively as he looked away from Omi's searching eyes.

"Why would you think Aya would want to kiss you? There isn't something going on between the two of you, is there?"

"Of course not, it's just the other night Aya was waiting for me in my room to tell me something."

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing, Aya's just not acting right, that's all."

"If something is wrong, you should tell me, Youji."

"It's nothing. Now why don't you tell me what you're doing."

"Oh, I just thought I would come visit you." Omi batted his eyes and flushed as he leaned up to kiss him again. He didn't pull away this time. Omi's warm inviting mouth was too tempting to resist; he plunged his tongue into Omi's mouth.

"Mmm," Omi moaned as he ran his fingers through the silky blonde hair. Youji could feel Omi's hand rubbing over his chest trailing down to the bulge in the front of his pants.

"Omi I need you. Just this once." He couldn't hold out any longer. He just needed it this one time then he wouldn't think about Omi in that way anymore.

"Ok, just this once." Omi whispered as he moved back towards the bed stripping of his shirt to reveal his slender but muscular chest.

"But I can't just use you, Omi, you're not just some cheap one night stand." Youji was starting to let his guilt get to him.

"Hush, don't think, just act. I don't care if you're just using me. It hurts ten times more when you ignore me." Omi's eyes glittered with tear threatening to spill over but he quickly controlled them as he gave him a sultry look. He ran his hands over his own chest and opened up his mouth. "I want you, Youji. I want you so much it hurts." Youji couldn't take the throb in his chest anymore. There had only been one other person who made him feel this way and that was his old partner, Asuka.


Youji woke up in the morning all ready to tell Omi that this had to stop but the young blonde was snuggled up to him so sweetly. He knew it had to end, but looking at Omi's pouted lips he just couldn't. He leaned down and kissed the tempting lips relishing in the unique taste of Omi. Omi's long lashes fluttered open and the kiss was returned.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized as he pulled away.

"It's ok when I'm woken up like that. I meant to get out of here before you woke up, but I guess I'm just not used to staying up that late. I'll leave now."

"Don't, I don't want you to. Omi, I um don't think I want this to be our last time. I don't want to ignore this anymore. I can't seem to get you off my mind. When I'm with women I'm thinking of you. Omi, I don't want anyone else. I want you." He desperately wanted to take the words back. It was everything he was thinking but didn't want to admit not even to himself.

"Youji, I only want what you're comfortable with. I don't want to pressure you into anything. I hope this isn't just about guilt because if it is, don't bother!" It was partially because of guilt and because he simply wanted to be around Omi and hated seeing Omi hang out with Ken. He smiled at Omi.

"Of course not Omi. I just want to be around you that's all."

"I know you're lying, but I guess I don't care. I won't make any demands or get jealous when you go out with other people. But most of all I won't tell Aya or Ken about us. I really don't want to find you dead."

"Well, thanks, Omi. I'll make you a promise too. I won't ever ignore or avoid you again or get jealous of you and Ken." Youji hadn't meant to say the last part but it was to late to take it back now.

"Yes! I knew it would work."

"What?" He looked puzzled over at the excited blonde.

"Oh, I meant to make you jealous. Ken's so oblivious I knew I could use him to make you jealous without him even knowing it."

"Man, I've been played." He felt foolish for ever believing Ken and Omi could be more than just friends.

"I probably better get ready. Ken and I have to work today." Omi quickly jumped out of his bed and put on the clothing tossed across the room before sneaking out into the empty hallway.

Youji laid in bed until he heard Omi and Ken leave the house. He got up and took a shower. He had to talk to Aya. The man would most likely be in his room. He was not looking forward to his conversation with their pissy leader but knew it was for the better of the team. If he left it to Omi it wouldn't get done. Omi was too much of a softy to be stern with Aya. If he left it to Ken it would just end in a brawl. So, that just left him to sort out the mess. He quickly dressed and fixed his hair before he headed to Aya's room.

He opened the door cautiously and entered the plain room quickly. Aya was not in the room. He looked around the simple room that he rarely ever went into. He sighed as he sat down on the bed his feet bumping against something hard. He reached under the bed and pulled a box out. "Aya, you pervert," he grinned. He never would have taken Aya for the typed to keep a box of porn under his bed. He knew that somewhere under that icy wall there was an animal. Slowly he pulled the top off expecting to see a bunch of naked girls. To his surprise there was a sports magazine on top. Why would Aya even bother hiding this under his bed? He pulled the top one off to see if Aya was hiding them underneath but once again to his surprise there were just more sports magazines and some teen magazines that were a few years old.

He gasped when he came across one of the teen covers. "Hot new goalie of the J League" the picture below the captions was a younger version of Ken. His eyes widened as he began shifting through the magazines all of which had articles featuring Ken Hidaka the new goalie of the J League. What the hell was Aya doing with a bunch of old magazines about Ken? Youji sat stunned on the bed as he tried to understand it all. When Ken was in the J League Aya would have still been with his family. Maybe Aya lusted After Ken and got off on just looking at pictures of him.

"Ew," Youji dropped the magazines back in the box and quickly placed it under the bed. So, this is why Aya hated Ken so much. Ken didn't live up to Aya's fantasies and expectations of him. Aya probably never expected to see his crush become an assassin. It made sense when he thought about it, the way Aya acted towards Ken.

"What the hell are you doing here?" An angry voice rang out. Aya was standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips.

"Oh, Aya, I just wanted to talk to you." Youji was relieved that Aya hadn't walked in a few minutes earlier.

"Then talk."

"You need to stop being so angry especially towards Ken."

"Is that all?"

"Aya, I'm trying here. If you have something you want to talk about then tell me don't just bottle it up and take it out on us later.

"Ok, I want you to get out of my room. How is that for a start?"

"Fine." He spat, he really didn't want to talk to Aya anymore. He was still freaked out by what he had discovered under the bed. Youji knew how dangerous Aya's obsessions could be. Reiji Takatori experienced it first hand and he was dead now. He stormed out of Aya's room pushing past him on the way out.

TBC

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