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

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Omi's Loving Husband

All Youji could think about the last week was the magazines he had found in Aya's room. He was worried that when Aya was looking through his pictures of Ken he would notice one of the magazines out of place. Youji was tough but he didn't know if he could win a battle against Aya. He had tried to keep his mind off Aya but Omi had been busy working on a major project for school and didn't seem to want to be bothered. So he had gone out and went home with an aspiring model. But she wasn't fulfilling and babbled on and on about shallow things. The whole time he was with her all he could think about was how he would love to be on a dangerous mission or spending time with Omi. It was now the weekend, and Youji was aching for some alone time with his cute teammate.

"Hey, Omi, that new action movie The Fighting Samurai is out. Do you want to go?" He did not really want to go see the movie. It looked totally lame, but he wanted an excuse to take Omi out without Aya and Ken getting suspicious.

"Oh, I really want to see that one." Omi smiled at him knowingly.

"Why don't we go see it then. I don't think any of my lady friends would want to go to an action movie."

"Oh, man, can I go? I really want to see it. I hear the fighting scenes are to die for," Ken chimed and looked up at him with large puppy dog eyes. Omi looked at him sympathetically, and he knew that Ken would be joining them. He sighed, not really wanting to go to the movie especially if it meant going with Ken.

"Sure." Youji put on his most charming smile while he internally cursed the oblivious brunette.

"Yes!" Ken jumped off the couch almost knocking Aya's drink off the table. "Sorry, Aya," Ken looked down as Aya just growled at him and continued to ignore him.

"We're all going to have so much fun. Aya do you want to go?" Omi asked politely.

"No, I think I'll stay home and read." Youji tried to hold back a look of disgust as he thought of Aya reading magazines about Ken and playing with himself, or visiting his poor defenseless sister and molesting her.


"Wow, The Fighting Samurai was awesome, and the love story was sweet." Ken pumped his fist into the air as he walked alongside of them.

"Yeah," Omi lied, trying to sound enthusiastic. Youji had thought the movie was horrible with it's badly acted fight scenes and defenseless maidens, and from the look on Omi's face, Youji could tell he thought the same.

"Hey, you guys want to grab something to eat. I'm starving." Ken patted his stomach to emphasis his starvation.

"Of course." Omi laughed at Ken, his big blue eyes sparkling. Youji wanted to strangle Ken. Didn't Ken know when to get lost. All he wanted was just a few minutes alone with Omi but it didn't look like it was going to be tonight. He figured that he and Omi would go out to eat and then to a hotel, but no they were stuck hanging out with Ken for the rest of the night. He couldn't really blame Ken because after all, Ken had no idea about the twisted relationship between them.

"Hey, there's a nice little place," Omi suggested, pointing to a cute little restaurant that didn't seem too busy. Once inside they took their seats, Ken next to Omi and Youji was forced to sit across. He tried to keep his cool as he looked across at Omi. The blonde boy looked at him sympathetically as Ken chattered away about how great the movie was and his soccer team. Youji was relieved when the food arrived to shut Ken up for a little while.

"You know what, guys? We should do this more often." Ken mumbled as he took another large mouth full of food. "I mean we don't hang out as much as we should."

"Of course Ken." Omi smiled across the table at him nervously.

"Yeah." Youji answered flatly, as he thought of Ken coming with them every time they wanted to be alone. They finished the rest of the meal making more small talk and then headed home. Youji wasn't surprised when Ken suggested they play cards. He was in a foul mood, and his dreams of getting to be alone with Omi were extinguished when Omi looked up at him sadly. He yawned not really wanting to hang out with the two boys that were causing his frustration.

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower and go to the bars. You two have fun with your game." He headed up the stairs leaving them behind. If Omi wanted to spend time with Ken, then he could do it on his own.


He came home the next day around noon tired but relieved. He smiled when he walked into the flower shop to see a pretty women with black hair and brown eyes flirting with Ken. He didn't know why this scene pleased him but it did. Maybe if Ken got a girlfriend he would stop wanting to bond with the team.

"I know I've seen you somewhere before you look so familiar, but I don't see how I could forget a pretty face like yours."

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I really don't think I know you." Ken flushed and stuttered as he wrapped a beautiful bouquet of red roses for the tall woman.

"Hmm, well never mind. How about we go out sometime. You're really cute." The woman smiled sexily at him as she rubbed her legs together and leaned over the counter to let Ken steal a glance at her cleavage.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea. I'm sorry, Miss, but we're not allowed to date the customers." Ken gulped as he noticeably eyed her breasts which were busting out of her top. He quickly averted his eyes as he thrust the flowers into her hand.

"Are you sure? I would make it worth your while."

"He said he didn't want to. You have your flowers, so get out!" Aya glared at the woman who looked at him in shock then turned and left the shop in a hurry.

"Wow, Aya, thanks; that girl was really making me nervous."

"Man, you're such an idiot Ken. You can have any woman you want but you don't even look twice at them."

"Hey, the same could be said for you, Aya," Ken retorted.

"I don't even know what they see in you. They only like you because you were some stupid soccer goalie. But you're nothing but a clumsy idiot.

"Aya!" Youji warned. His stomach sank and he hoped Aya wouldn't do anything stupid.

"I'm not a clumsy idiot and girls like me for more than the sport I used to play. You know what Aya, you're just jealous because people like me for my personality unlike you. When girls fawn all over you, it's just for your body because your personality sucks!"

"Well, at least I don't suck literally."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"That's right I forget I have to spell things out for you because your simple mind can't pick up on it, fag!"

"I'm not gay."

"You could have any woman you want, but yet you don't look at any of them." Aya's eyes watered as his body visibly shook. Ken looked at Aya in puzzlement as Youji prayed the two wouldn't start having an homoerotic fight.

"Aya?"

"She always liked you. She always talked about how hot and great you were even though she didn't even know you. But I don't think you're all that great. You're nothing!" Aya yelled before he ran out of the front door of the flower shop." Ken and Youji stood in the middle of the shop just staring at each other.

"What the hell?"

"I really don't know anymore." But he did know now. He had been wrong about which Aya liked Ken. Aya's little sister had a crush on Ken and Aya was jealous. It was far worse than he had first expected. He knew Aya was a little messed up but he never would have guessed this.


"Have fun last night, you know if you would have just waited an hour we could have been alone." Omi looked away as he wrung his hands together.

"So," Youji said a little too coldly.

"Well, I thought you wanted to spend time alone with me last night."

"Yeah, well, so did Ken, and I can't seem to compete."

"Hey, Ken wanted to hang out with the both of us."

"No he just wanted to ruin my day."

"How could he possible know we wanted to be alone. He doesn't even know we've been together. He doesn't know what happened at the Honda's." Omi was right Ken didn't know he was intruding on their strange relationship just like he didn't know Aya was jealous of him. For once Youji wished he could be just as clueless as Ken.

"Ok, but can't you get rid of him. I would like to spend some time alone with you."

"So you can sleep with me. I'm sure you'll get plenty of chances."

"No, so I can spend time alone with you. I miss just you and I hanging out like we did at the Honda's." Youji couldn't believe he was saying all of these things to Omi. He wasn't sure if he was even telling Omi the truth. Maybe all he did want was Omi's petite body under him, but he also wanted to know if that was all it was.

"And being able to have me anytime you want," Omi added.

"Well, that too."

"We'll have plenty of time to be alone, but we shouldn't ignore Ken. Aya's been really mean to him lately, and he needs a friend. I wonder why he hated Ken so much?"

"I know." Youji plopped down on Omi's bed feeling his stomach turn.

"Really? What is it?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"Ok, I found a bunch of old magazines all featuring Ken under Aya's bed. I thought he had a crush on Ken, but I was wrong; the magazines belonged to his little sister. She probably used to have a school girl crush on him. So, Aya's jealous of Ken because his little sister used to like him."

"You're right, I don't believe you. How are you so sure Aya's jealous? I mean maybe he's just being over protective of his little sister."

"Have you ever seen him visit his sister. He's very weird with her, and what doss he need to protect, she's in a comma. I don't think Ken is into girls who sleep all the time." Omi just stared at him as he flopped down on the bed next to him.

"This is worse than I thought. Poor Ken, I don't think he'll ever gain Aya's respect, and how can they resolve their issues when Aya has his own issues with his sister?" Omi curled up next to him running his hand over his muscular chest. "I really wish you would have stayed home last night."

"Yeah, well, I was horny and I needed release. You weren't available."

"Oh," Youji flinched as he heard the hurt in Omi's tone. He had meant for his comment to hurt. Omi should have tried a little harder to be alone with him.

"We're alone now." Omi looked up at him.

"You're very observant aren't you, Omi?" Youji ran his hand through Omi's soft hair, and drew his moth towards him. Their lips meet in a searing kiss as he moved his hands up and down Omi's lithe body. He moved on top of Omi pressing his tongue into the willing mouth below moaning and panting.

"Youji?" Omi gasped as wormed his way out from under him and reversed their positions. Omi immediately tugged off their shirts and began attacking his chest with small kissed and licks. Youji panted with excitement as Omi unzipped his pants. "Youji, what's it like?"

"What's what like?" Youji asked as he tried to calm himself.

"What's it like to be inside of somebody? Because I would like to try it."

"What!" He immediately pulled Omi off of him. "Oh, hell no, Omi!" He shook in disgust at the thought of Omi even going near that region of his body. Only gay men enjoyed that type of activity. He wasn't gay; he was just experimental, and it was all the missions fault he and Omi were in this mess.

"I just wanted to know. I didn't say I was going to try it with you." Omi glared at him as he grabbed his shirt and put it on again. "You know I let you. You could at least give it a try. I let you do whatever you want and I don't complain. Hell, I don't even get upset when you go out and sleep around. But you can't even think about me being inside of you without being disgusted. If I disgust you so much, then you can just have your cheap sluts because I'm no woman, Youji. I'm a man, not a girl or some feminine boy you can pretend is a girl. I'm a man, Youji, a man!" Omi's voice raised as he grabbed the bulge in his pants pointing out the evidence that he was no woman.

He didn't try to stop Omi as he stormed out of the room. He didn't want to. He was still sick to his stomach about the idea of having Omi on top of him. Omi was right. He should just go back to his women because Omi was no girl. He wasn't really gay and Omi's suggestion had brought him back to reality. It wasn't fair for him to give Omi a one-sided relationship. Omi needed someone who was willing to give and receive.

"I'm a selfish bastard," Youji whispered to himself as he rubbed his face into Omi's pillow. He could never give Omi the relationship he wanted and deserved.

TBC