Aya watched Shuuhei crawl across his floor barking like a dog and wondered if all kids were this…energetic. The toddler hadn't quit moving for the past three hours, even during the bath Aya had given him. He'd laughed and splashed the assassin while playing with his new toys in the warm bath water. Once he was clean Aya had dressed him in some of the new clothing Manx had bought, almost forgetting the pull-up. Shuuhei had wiggled and giggled the entire time and now he was running or crawling circles around Aya's small room making different animal sounds. There was a knock on the door scaring Shuuhei into tears. He waddled as quick as he could to Aya, who scooped him up and brushed his damp blonde curls out of his face. Once reassured that he was okay he allowed Aya to set him on the bed and walk to the door. Aya wasn't pleased to see Youji on the other side and told him that with a glare. Youji just grinned and told him dinner was ready. Aya sighed and was about to turn and get Shuuhei when something grabbed hold of his leg sending him off balance. He looked down to see Shuuhei's four limbs wrapped around his leg. The toddler shrieked with giggles as Aya lost his balance and fell into Youji's chest. The older man's arms went around him as he laughed. Aya glared up at him as he struggled free. He over thought it and found himself falling backwards. With reflexes he had spent years forming he was able to stop himself from falling and kicked Shuuhei into the air where he caught the laughing toddler in his arms. Youji was staring at him in shock. "That was awesome." He grinned as soon as he recovered. "I would have fallen on my ass." Aya brushed past him with a shrug. Youji hadn't seen anything yet.
Omi watched Aya sit down at the table with Shuuhei in his lap. Youji was grinning like an idiot as he sat next to them. Shuuhei pouted when Aya flicked his hand as it reached for the crimson hair hanging in his eyes. "Pwetty!" Shuuhei exclaimed and promptly wrapped his arms around Aya's head. Omi covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. Ken and Youji didn't.
"I second that." The older blonde laughed.
"I think the kid's a bit confused." Ken grinned as Aya removed the child from his head. Shuuhei was not happy about losing his prize and squirmed in Aya's hands growling. Aya set him down in his lap and shoved a grape in the toddler's mouth as he tried to bite the swordsman. Shuuhei's eyes widened as he chewed. Omi frowned, when the hell had Aya even reached for the small piece of fruit; sure they were on the plate in front of him, but Omi hadn't seen his hand move. There was much more to the silent redhead than met the eye. Omi watched him throughout dinner as he fed himself and the toddler in his lap. For some reason Aya seemed to know exactly how to handle Shuuhei. Omi felt like he was in that old American TV Show called ''The Twilight Zone'. Aya just didn't seem to be the type who was good with children. He was cold, apathetic and, from what Youji had told them the previous night, ruthless. As he watched them he just couldn't get a nagging feeling out of his head that he was missing something important. Aya never once looked up at him or the others at the table and that gave Omi the creeps. Something just seemed to ooze off of the swordsman, some emotion that Omi couldn't put a name to and that was starting to scare the hell out of him.
After dinner Aya disappeared to his room with Shuuhei; a few hours after that Youji and Ken went to bed. Omi snuck into Ken's room and crawled into bed with him. The brunette's arms immediately encircled him and pulled him closer. Omi lifted his face to Ken's. As the older man's lips touched his the day melted away. Omi slipped his arms around Ken's neck and opened his mouth.. Ken rolled on top of him as he slid his tongue in with a soft sigh. Omi wrapped his legs around the larger man's waist and moaned as Ken's groin pressed into him. He could already feel that it was hard, but then, so was his. Ken deepened the kiss as his hands traveled down the teen's chest. Omi pulled his lover tighter as he felt his flannel pants and boxers being removed.
"I have been waiting all week for this." Ken rasped, breaking away for air and to pull Omi's shirt up over his head. Omi reached down to untie Ken's pants and laughed as his lover groaned before kissing him again and humping his hands. The teen rubbed him gently with one hand as he used the other to remove Ken's clothing. The brunette broke away, gasping for air and leaning into Omi's gentle fingers. Omi smiled, reaching his free hand into the nightstand for the lube as he stroked the length of his partners throbbing erection. Ken moaned, his head falling forward.
"I've been waiting too, Ken." Omi whispered, flicking open the cap on the lube. Ken groaned as it was poured onto his cock and then worked in by Omi's hands. Omi spread his legs as wide as he could and guided the swollen organ to where it needed to go. He moaned as he felt the tip enter him and kissed Ken hard. The brunette groaned as he shoved his tongue deep into Omi's mouth and slowly began working his cock in. Omi held his lover tight as he felt the warm length filling him. He and Ken had sex often, but Omi could never get enough of it. He loved the feeling of Ken's cock sliding in a out of him. He loved when they came together as one, which most always happened. They knew each other's bodies as well as their own. Omi clutched at Ken's hair as the brunette fully sheathed himself then began to thrust in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Omi sucked on the older man's tongue moaning as his cock slid in and out, in and out. Ken pulled up; their eyes met and held as Omi moved his hips up to meet Ken's thrusts. They moaned together and their pace quickened then Omi's entire body arched as Ken's cock hit a small bundle of nerves within him. Ken groaned and thrust against it again and again. Omi gasped for air and clutched at his lover as his vision began to go white. "Harder." He moaned, closing his eyes. Ken obeyed.
"God, Omi!" He gasped. "I'm so fucking-" He trailed off with a moan as Omi kissed him hard and moved his hips into Ken's thrusts as hard as he could. He moaned continuously as Ken pounded into him. He knew Ken was close. He was as well. His moans increased in pitch and seconds later they climaxed together. They rode out the aftershocks with their lips locked and hips moving together. When it was over Omi rolled on top of Ken with the brunette's cock still buried deep within him and smiled down at his love. Ken returned the smile putting his hands on Omi's thighs and sliding them up to caress his thin hips.
"I love you." Omi whispered. Ken's smile widened.
"I love you too." He replied, sliding his hands to Omi's cock. The teen gasped arching his body into the soft caresses. He leaned back, spreading his legs, and began to move his hips up and down. Ken groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting into the smaller man. His hands pumped Omi faster. Omi moaned, throwing his head back and moving into the touch. He was hard again and he could feel that Ken was as well. This was all he wanted from life. Just this. Him and Ken, together as one. He came with a soft cry just as Ken climaxed moaning his name, then collapsed on the brunette's strong chest. Ken's arms wrapped around him and they held each other close as they gasped for air. Ken kissed him softly after awhile before gently pulling out of him and going to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned both of their cocks and stomachs. Omi kissed him as he climbed back into the bed after tossing the washcloth in his hamper. "God, Omi." Ken whispered, kissing back. "I love you so much." Omi held him tighter and tried not to cry. He could hear the deep sincerity of the words and felt them resonate with his soul.
"I lo-" Ken cut him off with a kiss. Tears were slipping down Omi's cheeks, but he didn't care. There were some on Ken's too.
It was a week before Manx found Shuuhei's family and Aya realized with a pang that he didn't want the toddler to leave, but he knew what he wanted didn't matter so he gathered Shuuhei's things and got into the car with Manx. Shuuhei sat in a car seat next to him and had his nose wrinkled at the back of Manx's head. Aya touched the end of it gently. "Don't." He said quietly. "It'll get stuck that way." Shuuhei laughed loudly, grabbing his hand and covering his small face with it. Aya almost smiled. At first he'd been annoyed and frustrated by having to take care of the three and a half year old, but he wasn't now. He was almost of the mind to take the kid and run as far and as fast as he could away from all this. Away from Weiss, away from his past, and away from all the pain, but he knew he couldn't do that to Shuuhei. The boy would miss his family and Aya would not deny him the one thing he himself could never have. Manx drove them to an airport where Shuuhei…no that wasn't his name. Aya shook his head.
The toddler's real name was Thomas Hathaway. He was the only child of a wealthy English couple. Aya picked them out of the crowd immediately. His arms tightened around Thomas as the couple approached at a run. The woman was sobbing and holding out her arms. "Tommy!" She cried. Thomas turned around hearing his name. When his blue eyes spotted his mother coming towards him he smiled brightly and lifted his arms up. Aya's arms dropped to his side as Thomas was taken from him. Manx and the mother talked in English as the woman cradled her son. Aya watched them for a while then turned and began walking away. A high pitched shriek sounded behind him, but he didn't stop. He couldn't; not if he was going to leave the boy behind. He made it to the parking lot before collapsing onto a bench and putting his face in his hands. Losing the people he loved or had just began to was starting to become the theme of his life and he was sick of it. He heard footsteps and looked up to find Thomas waddling towards him with the biggest grin on his little face. Aya sighed, he could hear Manx and Thomas's parents calling for him frantically. The toddler crawled into his lap and sat there smiling up at Aya. The redhead inhaled shakily.
"You have to go home." He said quietly. Thomas's brow furrowed as he pouted. "Your parents are waiting." He stood up, gathering Thomas in his arms and headed towards where he could hear the mother. The beautiful blonde woman was beside herself with worry and as soon as she saw Thomas safe in Aya's arms she fell to her knees, sobbing in relief. Her husband came up next to her just as Manx came up to Aya. Aya went to hand Thomas to his mother when she recovered, but Thomas grabbed the collar of his shirt and refused to let go.
"No!" He cried. "Mine!" Aya almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. He shook his head and disentangled the small fingers from his clothing. Thomas opened his mouth to scream at him but Aya put a finger over his lips.
"Stop." He said firmly. Thomas blinked up at him. Aya turned him around so that he could see his parents. "You're safe now, Thomas." He whispered in the toddlers ear. "Its time to go home to your family." Thomas grabbed onto his head and planted a sloppy kiss on the side of Aya's face.
"I wuv you." The toddler squeezed his head. "Bye bye." Aya swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as he handed the precious child to his mother.
"Bye." Aya whispered as the parents nodded to him before walking away. Aya watched them enter the airport then turned and walked back to the car. Manx followed him silently.
"Are you alright?" She asked once they were in the car.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Aya looked her in the eyes. She shrugged and started the car. Aya turned to look out the window and watched the buildings fly past as they headed back to the Koneko. He wasn't fine, but hadn't been fine since his parents and sister were killed almost seven years ago. Sometimes he thought he was almost there, but then shit like this happened. It was times like this when he wished that he couldn't feel anything.