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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
It had been a couple of weeks since his fight with Omi. They acted civil towards each other but they didn't really talk much. Omi wondered around the flower shop acting happy and smiling all the time. This is what Youji liked to think of as Omi's defense. When the kid was hurting the most, he would shut down and act like a happy person. Ken and Aya on the other hand were avoiding each other as much as possible. He couldn't recall them talking to each other once, but he was sure they must have during the last few missions Manx had sent them on.
It was now his turn to work with Omi in the dreaded flower shop. Omi worked hard filling the girls' orders while Youji unashamedly swept the steps out front and smoked a cigarette. He knew it wasn't fair of him to leave Omi to do all the work, but he was always lazy when it came to the flower shop. He continued to sweep as the amount of girls finally died down. Only when the last girl left the shop did he enter to find a disheveled looking Omi. The guy's hair was sticking up and there were a few light lipstick marks on his cheek.
"Good day, we made a lot of money." Omi smiled as he opened up the cash register and started counting out the money.
"Omi, how's school going? I haven't seen you around much. Have some kind of test coming up?" Youji babbled on trying to stop the silence that would soon come if he didn't.
"No, I haven't seen you around much either. Did a new bar open up?"
"Omi, I'm trying."
"I know you are; sorry about that last comment; it was only a joke. I wasn't being mean, and thanks for sweeping the steps, Youji," he added, still smiling.
"Yeah, no problem." Youji felt more uncomfortable with how nice Omi was acting. He knew if it were Aya or Ken he was working with today they wouldn't have let him get away with being lazy. The chimes on the door rang and he cursed himself for coming in too early. It looked like there were still more fan girls to come. He looked over, and to his surprise it was a boy with dark brown hair and big blue eyes standing near the doorway.
"Hi, Omi, I um want to get some flowers for my mother; it's her birthday. I hope you don't mind that I came here." The boy's face flushed as he shuffled back and forth on his feet.
"Oh, Miwa, it's ok. What would you like to get your mother?"
"I don't know maybe you could help me pick something out for her."
"Sure," Omi smiled at the young boy. Hey, Youji, could you go to the back room and grab some paper and ribbon."
"Of course." Youji headed towards the back before he realized Omi hadn't told him what color he wanted. He thought the boy was strange and thought it should be obvious to Omi that Miwa had a crush on him. He grumbled as he turned back around and headed for the front the paused when he heard Omi talking.
"What are you doing here?" Omi hissed, glaring at the cute boy.
"Omi, I just wanted to see you again."
"You just saw me in class today. How much do you need to see me?"
"I wasn't good, was I? You didn't enjoy yourself, did you? Just tell me what I did wrong, and I'll change it. It was my first time and it kind of hurt, but I know next time it will be better." Miwa pleaded looking up at Omi with tears rolling down his cheeks. Youji's eyes widened, Omi had seduced this poor helpless boy. Omi had been the one to…. It didn't seem like Omi to be with someone else right away. Sure he knew that one day Omi would seek other lovers, but this seemed too sudden and he could feel his heart sinking.
"Listen, Miwa, you were great but you have to understand it was only a one time thing."
"But, I don't want it to be just a one night stand. Omi, I've had a crush on you since our freshmen year. I like you and I thought once we you know, that you might like me too." Youji could see Omi was starting to feel guilty.
"Fine, I'll give you another try, but I don't want you to be all clingy. I'll sleep with whoever I want and I don't want to hear you complain about it." This was not his Omi speaking. Youji could only watch in surprise. No the Omi he knew would never treat another human being like garbage; only he would do something like that.
"Um, okay." Miwa bit his lower lip which was trembling. "I should leave."
"Wait, what about your flowers?" Omi leaned in close as he ran his hand through the trembling boy's hair and kissed him hungrily. Youji couldn't believe his shy adorable little Omi was acting like a predator.
"I don't really need them. It isn't really my mother's birthday. I just wanted to see you."
"That's what I thought. Well, then you probably better go." The boy quickly retreated from the shop. "Like the free show, Youji? You can come out now."
"Omi?" He could feel the fire burning in his chest and knew it was only a matter of minutes before it all boiled over. "What the hell, Omi?"
"Oh, don't tell me you're jealous now. I thought you didn't want me. Now that I've moved on you start acting all creepy again. You're so damn hot and cold, Youji."
"You're mad at me, so you decided to go screw some damn brat. I didn't take you for the trashy type. Omi, I don't know what this is about, but just stop it now."
"You're just mad you're no longer my one and only." Omi spat angrily as he clenched his fist to his sides. That set him off. He was pissed; he didn't want to share Omi with anyone else. He wanted the kind-natured Omi back, not the snot nosed punk who was breathing heavily before him. He wanted to be the center of Omi's world. He lunged at Omi knocking him back against the counter and pressing his mouth against his forcefully. Omi immediately opened his mouth and wrapped his legs around him. The blonde boy grinded up against him, and Youji pushed Omi further up onto the counter and climbed on top of him ripping off their aprons and lifting up Omi's shirt.
"Omi, I want you. I don't want anyone else to have you." He kissed Omi running his hands down the front of Omi's pants, unzipping them and pushing his hand down the front. "I want you. No more one night stands, and I'll try to be good. Just give me a second chance." Youji couldn't stop the words flowing from his mouth and for once in his life he didn't want to stop them. Sure he still liked women, but Omi was the one he wanted now. Omi was the one who filled his thoughts and made his heart ache.
"Ugh, okay mmm, Youji, I need you." Omi pulled him down into another kiss.
"What in the…" A cold voice rang out.
"Oh, my," another gasped.
"Get off him!" Aya howled as Youji was lifted off Omi and thrown against the floor. He didn't have a chance to fight back as Aya pummeled him.
"Aya, stop! It's not his fault I'm the one who wanted this." Omi pleaded as he tried to pull the irate redhead off of him. Youji sighed with relief as Aya finally pulled back, not wanting to accidentally hurt Omi.
"Is that true, Omi?" Ken looked over at him with wide eyes.
"Yes, Youji and I have been together since the mission at the Honda's. Youji didn't steal my innocence. Actually, it was kind of me who seduced him. There were no women at the Honda's residence and Youji was frustrated. I'm the one who wanted it so if you want to hit someone Aya, than you should hit me." Aya glared at all of them saying nothing as he turned to leave.
"Aya." Ken pleaded grabbing Aya's arm.
"Don't touch me," Aya hissed, slapping Ken's arm away.
"Oh, no, you don't. You're not going to leave me alone to sort out this mess. We all need to work this out." Ken grabbed Aya with both hands and held him down.
"Let me go, Ken. Just let me go, I don't want to face this. It's too weird it's just wrong." Aya screamed as he wiggled and writhed in Ken's strong arms.
"Like you should be one to talk; you're the one who is just wrong." Youji growled as he stood up.
"Youji," Omi warned.
"What do you mean by that?" Aya dared him, flashing his cool, violet eyes.
"Well, at least I'm not jealous of my teammate because my sister used to have the hots for him. You're the one who's weird with your strange attraction to you sister and your pile of magazines featuring Ken under your bed!"
"You looked under my bed? You snooped around my room?"
"I thought your sister was in a coma, who could she possibly like? And why would you have a bunch of magazines under your bed about me? Were you a fan of the J-league?" Ken's eyes lit up with excitement. "I never knew you liked soccer. Aya, don't you see what this means? We have something in common!"
"No, we don't, you idiot. Man, you're stupid."
"Oh, Aya, I never knew, but I just don't think it would work." Ken blushed as he backed away from Aya."
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Aya looked skeptically at Ken.
"Oh, nothing," Ken laughed nervously. "Oh, now I see." Ken's eyes widened as a sudden realization came to him. "Oh, Aya, your sister likes me." He blushed again then looked at Aya worriedly. "Don't worry, I won't steal your little sister away when she wakes up."
"I hate you."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Guys stop it. Whey don't you go sort out your issues somewhere else. Youji and I weren't finished talking."
"Oh, is that what you call taking. Lying under Youji and panting like one of his whores." Ken glared at Omi and him.
"Ken, don't be that way." Omi cried as he zipped up his pants.
"I thought we we're friends. I tell you everything and yet you wouldn't tell me something as important as this. I feel like a fool. All those times we went out together and Youji and you just wanted me to get lost."
"Actually, it was only the first time we all went out together," Omi mumbled.
"Speak for yourself." Youji growled as he walked over to Omi.
"I can't deal with all this right now. I didn't even know Youji was gay or that you had such poor taste, Omi." Ken looked at them defiantly as he completely released Aya and walked out the door. The three remaining teammates sat in silence as they listened to the roar of Ken's motorcycle speed off into the distance.
000
Youji and Omi sat quietly in the living room. Ken still hadn't come back, and Aya had locked himself in his room.
"That didn't go too well, did it?" Omi tapped his foot nervously on the floor.
"No, but they'll get over it. At least now we don't have to hide it. What are you going to do about Miwa? He seems really fragile."
"So, you're really serious about it just being the two of us."
"Yes, I'll try but I've never been in a real relationship before. You'll have to be patient with me. And I'm going to try hard not to cheat on you, but I will miss women. But I think I miss you more than all of them when I'm not with you. Now, Omi what about Miwa?"
"Don't worry I'll let him down easy. He was just a fling." Omi batted his eyes and leaned in to kiss him. "I don't want anyone else but you, Youji, and I don't care if I'm not on top anymore now that I've experienced how wonderful it can be."
"You win, I'll try anything once but if I don't like it, I'm not doing it again: is that understood?" Youji smiled not really wanting to give Omi that kind of power over him, but his curiosity was overriding the voice screaming 'hell no' in the back of his mind.
"Yes sir." Omi grinned as he leaned in to kiss him again. He could feel Omi's hands all over him and he was happy they were Omi's. He could easily get used to just being with one person.
"Gross, not on the couch; some of us like to sit there." Aya hissed at them from the archway. "You know it's really stupid to be making out on the couch. What if Ken walked in? He's still really upset about you two and so am I."
"Sorry." Omi pulled away and looked at Aya with tears in his eyes. "You're ashamed of me because I'm gay."
"No, of course not, Omi, it's ok. I'm just surprised you chose Youji. But I'm not ashamed that your gay." Aya gave Omi a half smile but it quickly disappeared. "I'm going to bed. Just try and keep it down." Aya glared at Youji before he left them alone.
"Sucker. Aya's so easy. All I have to do is give him my frightened little boy look and he's eating out of my palm."
"Omi!" Youji gasped. It looked like he wasn't the only one who got manipulated by Omi's sweet expression.
"You all treat me like a kid, so I'll use my cuteness to get what I want. Maybe if you started thinking of me as a mature adult, I would stop manipulating all of you."
"That's creepy."
"Especially for you. Since right now all I want is you. Why don't we go up to your room, and I'll show you what had Miwa coming back for more." Omi whispered as he ran a hand over Youji's thigh.
"Omi." Youji actually felt his face heat up at Omi's words.
"Well, What do you say, Youji?"
"What about Ken?"
"I'll talk to him tomorrow, and you can deal with Aya."
"Oh, thanks let me deal with Aya."
"Come on Youji lets go upstairs please." Omi stuck out his bottom lip and gave him a cute look.
"Ok." Youji smiled back at the blonde. He couldn't deny Omi anything. "Omi, I love you." It rolled off his lips so naturally that he almost didn't even hear himself. But he didn't care because it was how he really felt about Omi: his teammate, his friend, and now his lover. Omi's face became softer and he gave him a genuine smile and his big blue eyes sparkled and danced.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear that. I love you so much it hurts, Youji." Omi cried as he held his hands and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Let's go upstairs." Youji wasn't sure he was ready for this but he was the experimental type after all.
TBC
