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

Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews. This is my last chapter and I hope that all of you enjoy it. Soon I will be posting a new Weiss Kreuz story focusing on Ran, Aya, and Ken.


Omi's Loving Husband

"Youji, are you awake?" Omi smiled at him as he pulled down the covers.

"Omi, you know I don't normally wake up before noon," Youji grumbled as he tried to pull the covers back over himself. He was still a little sore from the night before but he had to admit it was enjoyable even if it had happened fast. But he didn't blame Omi, after all he was barely eighteen, and sex was pretty new to him.

"I brought you breakfast, Youji." He opened his eyes to see Omi setting a breakfast tray next to him.

"I'm not a girl, Omi."

"Wow, really, cause you could have fooled me." Omi giggled as he took a strawberry off the tray and popped it into his mouth. "I love you. Thanks for giving me a chance."

"I love you too, and don't worry I'll let you have some more chances." He smirked as he stretched out on the bed. "Has Ken come home yet?"

"Yes, I plan on talking to him. I thought we would go out to lunch. Then you can talk with Aya."

"Sounds good." Youji purred as he grabbed Omi's fingers and licked the juice off of them.

"Mmm," Omi moaned. "I'm so lucky; you're so sexy."

"More sexy than Miwa?" Youji could feel a stab of jealousy as he teased Omi about the boy. He wondered if Miwa was still on Omi's mind.

"Of course. Listen Youji I told you not to worry about that, okay."

"Okay." Youji calmed a bit when Omi nuzzled up against him and kissed his neck. Making his way up to his jaw line. He could feel Omi's hardness pressing against his thigh.

"We have a little time before we have to get up." Omi looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Then we better make it quick, but I don't think that you'll have a problem with that, will you?" He taunted as he watched Omi's face flush with embarrassment and anger.

"Youji, that's not fair. I can last longer; it's just you turn me on too much."

"I know I'm irresistible." Youji grinned as he stretched out underneath Omi.


Youji sighed as he stared at Aya from across the living room. Aya was in no mood to talk as he was curled up on a chair reading a book.

"Aya, I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"Then put down the book. I want your full attention." Aya briefly looked up from the book and glared at him before putting it on the side table next to him.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"I know you're not happy about Omi and me, but you're going to have to get used to it. Don't worry, I won't break his heart. I really do care about Omi and I don't think I want anyone but him now. It just took me a while to figure out that I loved hive. I never would have thought that I would enjoy the company of another man, but Omi well…"

"You love him. You mean it isn't just about sex." Aya acted shocked as he continued to stare at him coldly.

"You know, I do think about more than just sex. Omi and I were friends before all of this."

"Is that all? Because you don't have to worry about me getting in your way. Omi's an adult now, and he's free to make his own decisions even if I don't agree with them." With that Aya picked up his book.

"I'm not done."

"Really?" Aya huffed as he put his book back down.

"We need to talk about Ken. Aya, you're holding a ridiculous grudge against him. Your little sister only had some school girl crush on him; she never even met him. So, you need to stop acting like a jealous freak and actually get to know Ken. I know if you gave him a chance, you might actually learn that you like him."

"I know, I know, it's hard not to like him. He's so damn nice, but that's what I don't like about him. He's perfect, athletic, nice, and every girl's dream. I know everything about him because my sister talked nonstop about him when she was awake. I thought, no one can be that great, and when I actually meet him I came to find out he was everything she said he was."

"Except for his temper and the whole assassin thing," Youji added.

"Yeah, except for that. Ken and I will never be friends, but I can try being a little nicer to him."

"That's all I can ask of you." He knew that was all he was going to get out of the stoic man. Their conversation had ended right on time because Omi and Ken came walking in laughing and giggling.

"Hi, Youji feeling okay?" Ken smirked as he plopped down on the couch his eyes sparkling. "I hope this couch is cushioned enough for you." Youji's jaw dropped, Omi really had told Ken everything.

"Omi!" Youji growled as he heard Aya coughing.

"Sorry, it's just Ken, and I agreed not to keep any more secrets."

"You didn't have to tell him about that!" Youji flushed as his manhood crumbled before his eyes.

"Don't worry Youji, I think it's sweet. I never would of thought you were one to allow that kind of emotional…penetration." Suddenly Aya slammed hi book down repeatedly on the side table catching all of their attention. He glared at all of them and then at Ken.

"Too much information." Aya hissed looking disgustedly at Ken.

"Sorry, Aya, I was just trying to embarrass Youji; that all. I didn't meant to offend you." Ken chewed on his fingers nervously.

"It's okay." Aya sighed as he continued to study Ken from across the room. "Ken, we need to talk. I was thinking maybe tomorrow we could go somewhere alone." Ken's eyes widened in surprise or from fear Youji couldn't tell.

"Umm, okay," Ken stuttered nervously under Aya's cold stare.


"I wonder if Ken's okay. I hope Aya doesn't just want him alone so he can kill him. That way Ken will never be able to come between him and his sister."

"Youji, that's not funny."

"I know." He said as he watered the flowers. Omi and he had agreed to work the shop while Ken and Aya went out for some manly bonding.

"I think Aya will really try to be civil to Ken. I don't expect them to ever be friends but they can at least respect each other."

"So, I'm guessing by the way you two acted yesterday that everything is good between you and Ken now. Especially since your telling him all the details of our sex life," Youji snarled, still angry and embarrassed by the fact that Omi had told Ken.

"He's still a little upset that I didn't tell him right away, but we made up. I think he'll get used to the idea of us."

"Well he doesn't have much choice."

"No, he doesn't. Now that I have you, I'm not giving you up." Omi spoke as he came up from behind him. Youji smiled as Omi's hands wrapped around him. Yes, Youji could get used to this. Omi kissed the back of his neck when Ken and Aya came into the flower shop. Ken smiled at them while Aya glared.

"Well, as I was saying. You should come to the game next week. Hey, if you go to my game then maybe I'll go with you to visit your sister."

"That won't be necessary."

"Hey, you'd be fulfilling her wildest dreams." Aya growled at Ken's comment. "I'll be her prince charming and wake her with a kiss."

"That's it! I've tried to be nice to you…"

"Calm down, Aya; I was only joking. So are you going to the game or not?"

"Fine, okay." Aya snapped at Ken. "But as I already told you, I don't like little brats."

"I know, but it would really make me happy if you came since Omi has to work." Ken smiled as he and Aya walked up the stars.

"Did I just see and hear what I think I did." Youji gaped still trying to make sense out of it all.

"Well, at least they're not fighting," Omi piped as he hugged him again.


It was Monday and Youji had decided to surprise Omi by picking him up from school. Normally Omi would just walk home, but Youji wanted to take him out and he was dying to know if Omi was able to break it off with Miwa. He hoped the boy would recover after the rejection. He drove up to the school. That's when he saw them: Omi and Miwa by a tree talking . Thankfully Omi hadn't noticed him. Youji parked the car and snuck over to the bushes where no one could see him. He was curious to know just how close the two boys were.

"You know you owe me, Omi."

"Hey, I said I was sorry about that."

"Whatever. Still you didn't have to kiss me, gross." Miwa rolled his eyes. Miwa was far different from the shy boy Youji had first saw in the flower shop.

"I'm paying you extra. You were great! You made my boyfriend so jealous. I guess you are the best actor in the school because my boyfriend isn't an easy person to fool."

"So, I guess he bought into it?"

"Yeah, I had him eating out of my palm. I'm a little insulted though that he could actually believe that I could be so cold and sleazy to you." Omi said as he pulled out the money and handed it to the boy. "I could never really be with anyone else." Although, Youji was pissed he still managed a small smile knowing that Omi hadn't really slept with another man.

"I just don't get what you see in guys. You're lucky I'm a good actor or it would have been all over when you kissed me." With that Miwa pocketed the money and left Omi standing alone.

"Man, I've been played," Youji mumbled, feeling embarrassed that he would ever believe Omi would go out and sleep with some helpless boy. "Hey, Omi," Youji called as he got out of the bushes.

"Youji!" Omi gasped in surprise as he started backing away. "What are you doing here? Um, I just told Miwa it was all over." Omi stuttered as he shifted back and forth on his feet nervously.

"Do you normally hand people money when you break it off with them."

"Um, no, I owed him some lunch money."

"Omi, I already know. I heard everything."

"Youji, please don't break up with me. I didn't mean to deceive you. I just wanted to see if you really did care about me. I needed to know if you would be jealous seeing me with someone else because I was when I knew you were with other people."

"Hush." Youji pressed his finger to Omi's lips. "I'm not mad, if anything, I think it's funny." Youji smiled as he drew Omi into a hug.

"Youji, we're at school. Most people are gone, but some of the teachers are still here."

"Then let's get going." Youji dragged Omi toward the car. For once he didn't care if anyone saw them. He didn't know if he was gay and he didn't really care. He wanted everyone to know that Omi was his and that he loved him. There was no shame as he held Omi's hand, and when he looked into the blue eyes he could see the same feelings reflected back.

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