Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Secret's Out ❯ Revealed ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

Morning. Yohji wakes with a slight pain in his head. The familiar hurt from a hangover. He looks at his clock. It's 10:58 a.m. [Get up Yohji, the Koneko calls,] he thinks to himself. He can hear Omi and Ken talking in the hall. Then, he begins to remember. He'd discovered the secret relationship between his teammates Aya and Ken. He lay there in bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling, wondering why he could get any man or woman he wanted, just not Aya. Even Ken had seemed a little interested every now and then; he was just too timid to act upon his feelings without being roused. Yohji sighed as he recalled two nights ago when he was alone with Ken. He remembered kissing the boy's cheek and how Ken had sheepishly kissed his own face before Aya interrupted them.

Why not Aya, Yohji frowned remembering Aya's solemn rejection, "I don't play." He remembered glaring purple eyes and suddenly felt a lot more hurt by it now then in the days passed.

Yohji got up from bed and dressed himself in blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt. On anyone else the outfit would seem very plain, but Yohji made it sexy. The shirt fit snug around his chest and his jeans rode low on his hips. Any upper body movements made his shirt lift up a bit, to expose his sculpted abdomen. [I'm late, only got time to grab some coffee, oh well.] Yohji headed to the kitchen where Aya had prepared a pot of fresh coffee and the playboy poured himself a cup. He and the redhead's eyes met for two sharp seconds before pulling away. [Time to mix things up a bit,] he thought to himself. Yohji sat at the kitchen table with Omi and Ken. Aya looked down at Yohji. "You're late."

"No, I'm just not having breakfast. I'll be in the Koneko on time."

"Well, I'm leaving now."

"So will I, I'll just take my coffee with me," Yohji smirked. "And by the way Aya, this is the best I've ever had," Yohji breathed in a seductive voice. Aya looked at him suspiciously. "I mean I've been around, I've tried a lot but, nothing compares." The redhead both blushed and frowned.

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Yohji asked innocently. "It's just a compliment, you're a good…coffee maker," Yohji smiled. "What do you think Kenken, is Aya any good?" Ken froze as he began to understand the double meaning behind Yohji's questioning and tried to calm himself by reasoning that there was no possible way Yohji could know about he and Aya, unless Aya chose to kiss and tell which was unlikely. He relaxed a bit and figured the older man had accidentally spoken a truth while poking fun.

"You've kept us here long enough, let's move." Yohji followed Aya to the Koneko. The older assassin flipped the Closed sign to Open and unlocked the door. Aya began to water the plants and Yohji watched him adamantly. Customers began to fill the shop.

Girl after girl was happy to see both Yohji and Aya but disappointed that Ken nor Omi were on this shift. Omi had gone to school and Ken was running errands. Aya scowled at the circle of schoolgirls crowding his path. They kept touching, pulling, breathing and calling at him. "Are you going to buy anything?!" He finally asked. The girls looked shocked and then when back to their chattering and trying to get his attention. Yohji had his hands full with a charming young man not too much older than himself. He tried to make eyes with Yohji but the assassin didn't notice much, he was too busy making sure none of those stupid girls got too close to his Aya.

"Thank you, you've been very helpful to me."

"Yeah, uh huh," Yohji half-heartedly replied to the customer before him. The boy was very attractive, someone Yohji would usually be all over right about now, but Aya was unknowingly distracting him from the potential date. When the boy left Yohji barely noticed. When the older assassin finally snapped back into focus he detected that the boy had left something behind. A note. It read Hideaki Masudu with a telephone number below the name. Yohji smiled to himself, he'd gotten a phone number without saying a word. Not that this was unusual; his good looks typically did do enough talking for him.

"Put that away and get back to work!" It was Aya. Yohji rolled his eyes and folded the note, putting it into his back pocket.

"Yes, Aya-sama," Yohji sarcastically groaned.

Fewer customers seemed to come around, indicating lunch hour. Just a small number of them stopped by during this free time to quickly pick up prearranged bouquets. Aya flipped the Open sign back to Closed, finally agreeing with Yohji that it is time for a break. Yohji goes into the back room to finish one last order and takes off his apron. Aya follows him in. "I thought you wanted to break?"

"I do, I just want to finish this one final arrangement," says Yohji, his green eyes sparkling up at the redhead who was taking off his own apron. He set it down and rubbed at his eyes. "Tired are you, I can't imagine what activities stern and cold Aya could have participated in last night to leave him so weary."

"I just, didn't get much sleep."

"Well, neither did I."

"I can imagine that."

"Oh, but I have a valid excuse, you see I wasted a lot of time with a lousy date and to compensate for the loss I ended up finishing the night with someone else." Aya raised an eyebrow but was hardly surprised. "A friend of mine, a beautiful friend, young and ambitious. With soft, smooth skin, brunette hair and dark eyes. Dynamic and athletic was his sculpted body in everyway…warm against me. But alas, nothing is forever and with regret I found myself creeping back into my own bed early this morning." Aya's back tensed and his heart began to pump wildly within his chest. Every word Yohji had just mentioned was the complete description of what the redhead had experienced the night before with Ken. He felt exposed even though he was quite positive just like Ken that Yohji was none the wiser of the affair between them. "So that's my excuse, I haven't the faintest idea what yours might be." With that said, Yohji left the room and headed up to their apartment a smirk on his face as he ascended up the stairs. He knew he'd raised a panic through the redhead's mind, even with his exiting statement.

Aya found Yohji in the kitchen making himself a snack and Aya did the same. They sat across from each other, silent at the table. Aya regretfully found himself missing the sound of Yohji's voice on the air. He couldn't just come out and say it though, so he tried to be cold about it. "Why are you so quiet, you sick or somethin'?"

"No, I've just nothing to say."

"You've always got somethin' to say." Aya shifted in his seat. This silent treatment crap was really getting to him. He usually just wanted Yohji to shut up but now it just seemed so unnatural.

"Well, I guess I should get back to the Koneko."

"We've got time." It was as if Yohji hadn't heard him at all. He got up and walked right out of the room. Aya grunted inwardly. Yohji, ignoring him? Wasn't it usually the other way around? Aya joined his partner in the Koneko. Yohji regained his post in the back room and was finishing another order. Aya came into the room. Yohji reached on his toes to get something off of a shelf and his shirt lifted. Aya's glance turned to the exposed skin beneath it. He turned away and grabbed his apron returning to the front of the store. Yohji put on his own apron then followed him, arrangement in hand.

Aya was in a tight space and Yohji thought it the perfect opportunity to tease the man by sliding past him. Their bodies would no doubt touch. The elder assassin went behind Aya; his groin slightly grazed the redhead's backside causing a sensation in them both. Aya was very thankful for his apron or he would have embarrassed himself to the man he had declared unrequited love for. Yohji was just too arrogant and too much of a slut for his liking, unlike Ken. But never the less, Yohji was terrifyingly attractive and it had taken everything within the leader of Weiss to ignore any of the older man's advances.

Aya closed his eyes trying to relax when he suddenly felt a pair of firm hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He jumped. "Calm down, it's only me, we're gonna have to flip that Closed sign back to Open pretty soon, but you're tense and I don't want your ill mood to scare off all our business, so just relax," Yohji commanded. Aya allowed his teammate to continue the massage. Yohji's experienced fingers kneaded and pressed along the redhead's back. Kudou was very good at this and the unwinding impression that started in Aya's back coursed its way around his belly and down to his groin. Again the redhead was very grateful that his smock was covering the swell in the front of his pants and allowed himself to take advantage of Yohji's said to be platonic touching.

Yohji was surprised that Aya was letting him get this close; it was unreal. Slowly, he let his hands descend down Aya's back, around and underneath his teammate's smock. Aya didn't protest so Yohji readily began to continue his "massage" on the lower region of his friend's anatomy. He rested his chin on the redhead's shoulder and pressed his own arousal firm against Aya's backside. Aya could feel Yohji's growing erection behind him and it only heightened his own sexual desires. Yohji kept his ministrations even but began to slow and make them faint, his breath on Aya's neck. He needed to know that Aya wanted him; he wanted the other man to not only accept but also demand the heat between them. Just to hear his name called out softly by the writhing redhead would do. Yet, until that actually happened he would stop pleasuring his young man as previously done.

Finally, Aya held his right hand over Yohji's and pressed it against his arousal. He could sense Yohji smiling behind him and why shouldn't he be, he'd finally gotten the redhead to surrender and physically admit that he was attracted to the older man. Yohji's hand tickled at Aya's groin. Aya grinned very happily, still directing the motion of Yohji's hand over his erection. He bit his lip to stifle a moan but to no avail, his lustful smile prevented the action. Aya moaned and Yohji began pressing himself harder against Aya. He kissed the redhead's pale neck and hissed his partner's name. "Uh, Aya."

Realizing that no matter how good this all felt, they would have to open the shop soon and more importantly he didn't want to ruin his pants Aya commanded Yohji to stop. "That's enough Yotan." Yohji reluctantly pulled away. "Kuso, you almost made me come my pants." Both had ragged breathing from the excitement. "We should open the shop back up." Yohji nodded and flipped the Closed sign over. He stood thinking for a while then, flipped it back to Closed and began to walk toward Aya. The redhead looked at him strangely, but he began to identify the change in Yohji's step and recognized his half lidded bedroom eyes. The playboy ascended up the stairs back up to the apartment and though it had not been said, Aya knew he'd been invited to tag along.

Aya met Yohji in the living room. The older boy was sliding his shirt off and rested it on the couch. The redhead began to unbutton his own shirt and let it fall. He held Yohji in his arms kissing his lips and sucking on the man's tongue. They moved onto the sofa. Yohji sat with the redhead above him, Aya's right knee placed on the couch and left foot planted on the floor. He bent downward in order to still kiss his new lover while he unfastened Yohji's pants. He slid them off along with Yohji's underpants and threw them someplace; it didn't matter where. "I'll be back, I need to get some lube." Aya hurried to his room and searched for it, quickly returning to his partner. When he did return, Yohji was touching himself and it was unbelievably sexy. Aya sat beside him and began stroking Yohji's shaft as well. He leaned over to lick Yohji's chest and playfully bite his nipples while suckling them. "Oh god, Aya I need you. Do it now."

"I want you to beg me to be inside of you." He enjoyed being with Ken, it was innocent and new, but surprisingly he was beginning to enjoy the spontaneous and lustful filthiness of being with Yohji. It was ironic, one of the main reasons he'd never given in to the man was because of Yohji's rough and seemingly immoral sexual tendencies but now it was driving him wild. He kissed at Yohji's neck enjoying the smell of lavender scented shampoo in his hair and waiting for the man's plea.

"Aya," Yohji whined. "Make love to me. Please, make love to me." Aya began to laugh quietly.

"Love?"

"Yes, like you did to Ken." Aya froze, his eyes wide and heart thumping he seized Yohji hard by the arms. Yohji looked at him and summoned an all too coy smile.

"Listen to me, I don't know how you found out about that, but don't you ever compare what we're doing now, to what I did with Ken." Yohji's smile began to slip and his eyes dulled. Aya's grip softened as he leaned in for a kiss but Yohji broke free, his pride and confidence marred, the older man padded away to his room and locked the door. [Fuckin' idiot, why'd you say that?] Aya wrestled with his mind. He dressed himself and picked up Yohji's clothes. "Yotan?" He tried the handle on Yohji's door. [Locked.]

"Kieru!"

"Iie, I'm not leaving. I shouldn't have…said what I did. I shouldn't have let us get this far. So I'm sorry, but let's just forget about it." The door opened.

"You take me for a slut, huh?"

"I know that you're a slut."

"Well then you don't know shit!" Yohji grabbed his clothes from Aya's hands and slammed his door shut.

Aya continued to man the shop and Yohji came to his aid nearly an hour later. For the remaining time of their shift, neither spoke a word. When Ken and Omi took over their shifts Yohji strode to his room immediately, he just wanted to be alone. Unfortunately, Weiss was sent on another mission so Yohji would have to get his peace and quiet some time else.

It was a two-man job. When Manx presented the assignment Aya was gone at the hospital to see his sister and Omi's ankle though much better might still slow him down so Yohji and Ken would carry out the mission. Their task was simple; to assassinate a small time smuggler who was usually untouchable, but the death of Daniel Yoshino had his defenses down. Yoshino was his uncle and dictated most of his criminal activities, which included providing him protection. The night Yoshino was killed a quantity of his body guards had also died by the hands of Weiss. Scared they wouldn't see another day, the rest of Yoshino's bodyguards that were protecting his nephew resigned. Just two remained and only so, because like the boys of Weiss, they were trained assassins and for their superior skills were paid more than the other bodyguards. But Weiss was superior to them.

The target's home was luxurious and elegant on the sixteenth floor of The Hotel Chanticleer. It had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, personal gym, office, and a sitting room for entertaining guests. It was the tainted reward of drug smuggling. Masudu hated to leave it now, not for its beauty and comfort but for fear that he would die by the hands of the same people who slew his uncle. Home was the safest spot.

Meanwhile Yohji stared at the name in the mission description file. Masudu. [Masudu, that sounds familiar. Ah, Masudu Hideaki! The guy who left me his number today. What an unfortunate coincidence, for him anyway.] Ken looked curiously at Yohji.

"Something, the matter?"

"This is gonna be a piece of cake Kenken. This basturd won't know what hit him." Yohji strode to the telephone. He read and dialed the number off of the note Masudu had left him.

"Moshi, moshi."

"Uh, hello, is Hideaki there?"

"Who is this?" asks one of the bodyguards.

"A friend." He hears whispering over the phone.

"Be more specific."

"Tell him, it's the guy from the flower shop." More whispering. Hideaki takes the receiver.

"I'm glad you called."

"Good, I was wondering if you were very busy tonight. I know it's short notice, but I can't get you out of my head."

"No, I'm here in my hotel room, lonely, but it'd sure be nice to have some company, if you know what I mean."

"Well, I'd love to join you and then maybe you wouldn't be so lonely tonight. And maybe I could bring a friend?"

Masudu was pleased that Yohji wanted to take a buddy; twice the fun and he wouldn't have to leave home to get it. He continued the conversation by telling Yohji directions to the very exclusive hotel, not knowing the other man already knew his location exactly. The two said their good byes and hung up. Yohji and Ken took their time arriving at their destination. Time was on their side being that Yohji had gotten a secure invitation. No break-ins or disguises needed as originally planned.

There it was, Hoteru Chanticleer. They parked and headed up to suite # 1604, Masudu's room. The two assassins went over the plan one last time in the elevator. "Listen to me Ken, we've gotta get in and out of here as neatly as possible. We're in a very public and respectively dangerous place for someone like you and I. If we foul up even once, we're caught so let's make this perfect, in and out." Ken nodded.

10:40, Ken hid behind a corner while Yohji proceeded to Masudu's door. Masudu lets him in complementing his beauty. Yohji thanks him then, purposely eyes the bodyguards sitting on the couch with scrutiny knowing that Masudu will notice and ask if he prefer they leave. When he does ask, Yohji replies that he'd rather go into the bedroom with him and leave the bodyguards in the living room to allow his friend entrance when he arrives. The smuggler agrees and leads Yohji away from prying eyes.

10:44, Ken walks casually down the hall to Masudu's room. Yohji has been inside suite # 1604 for nearly three minutes now. Ken wants to give Yohji enough time to successfully get their target alone and Kill him. Yohji works fast when it comes to bending people's will if sex is involved, so Ken knows it is the right time to knock at the door. He is let in by one of the bodyguards.

Meanwhile Masudu Hideaki is pawing at Yohji's back and bringing him to the bed. Yohji cups the man's face in his hands and kisses his lips. "You are so sexy," smiles Masudu.

"So were you."

"Were?" Masudu registers the meaning but will never be fast enough to pull away from the man before him or even scream. Since both Yohji's hands are at his face, the assassin is able to very quickly and easily tug at the wire in his wristwatch. Masudu's neck is caught and he dies without a fighting chance. Yohji hears one of the bodyguards open the door for Ken and he returns to the living room.

10:45 the front door latches shut and Ken sees Yohji come into view, but he does not acknowledge the man's presence so that Yohji can use the element of surprise to sneak up on one of the bodyguards while Ken attacks the other. Until now his arm and fist had been hidden by a jacket draped over them to conceal his bugnuks. The jacket falls and he thrashes his weapon across the neck of his nearest target. Blood splatters and spills while Yohji has made a cleaner kill on the other bodyguard with his wire. Most of the damage on Yohji's part is the red rings about the dead man's neck.

Hardly a sound had come during the struggle. Completely caught off guard, the three slain men hardly had the chance to react and died because of it. It was gratefully they hadn't resisted too violently, thrashing about or yelling for help. If this had been the case people in the neighboring rooms would have gotten suspicious and unwanted attention would have been drawn to suite # 1604. The bodies would eventually be found, but their murderers would not be. It was ironic, Masudu didn't like to leave home for fear of being killed, but just the same, his habit of staying home is what got him murdered. Never wanting to go out and demanding that people come to him is what allowed Weiss to get this close. Masudu was constantly inviting over random guests, in the process letting in the two assassins. It would be impossible to catch just which visitors that day may have been responsible for his death. There were just too frequent a number of people, and nearly everyone had a motive to kill him being that he was involved with drugs among other things.

10:47, The two assassins straightened them selves up a bit, Ken draping his jacket back over his arm and they exited the room.

Hideaki Masudu, illegal drug smuggler, eliminated.

Akihiro Fushcida, assassin under the service of Yoshino and Masudu, eliminated.

Ennosuke Yamabe, assassin under the service of Yoshino and Masudu, eliminated.

Mission complete.

They came home to Omi who was watching television. "How did it go?"

"It went well, Omi-kun. Clean and smooth, thanks to Yohji." The door to their apartment opened and Aya stepped in. Yohji left before even seeing the redhead's face.

Yohji sat in his room, alone and quiet. The room was dark and still. Yohji opened his window. He reached onto his dresser for a pack of smokes. He put a cigarette to his lips and lit the end. [This is so fucking stupid. What, over a little sex? I shouldn't have stormed off like some jealous boyfriend. But it still hurt me to hear him hold the way he feels about Ken above whatever feelings that may exist for me. I want him more than anything. Dammit, I hate love.]

The other three assassins sat in the living room. Omi and Aya listened to Ken explain what happened during the mission. Omi started to nod off and Ken suggested he go to bed. When Omi left Ken and Aya embraced each other. They kissed and laughed together. "Aya, about last night. It made me so happy. I've never felt like that before." Aya smiled vainly at him.

"I'm glad to hear it." Ken yawned. "And I would try to drag you off to my bed again tonight, but it looks like you could use some sleep."

"No," Ken whined.

"Yes, I want you well rested the next time we're together so you should start by going to bed now. I'll tuck you in." Ken was lead to his room and he climbed beneath his soft comforter. Aya pulled the covers over him and kissed his mouth. The brunette would have responded had he not already fallen asleep. Aya returned to his own room for the night.

Yohji wanted to sleep, but he just couldn't, he was too steamed. He hadn't seen Aya in hours but since then, he had been dwelling on their last conversation. [Stupid jerk. Stupid me.] He couldn't decide whether it truly was Aya's fault for being so harsh with him or had the man just been telling the truth. Maybe Yohji wasn't much more than a slut. His reputation for commitment just didn't exist. He glanced at the clock, 1:32 a.m. He'd been pondering in his room for too long. He wanted to get out. But he wasn't in the mood for being out on the town so he made it as far as the dining room table.

Omi woke from his short slumber in search for a midnight snack. When he came to the kitchen he saw Yohji sitting alone and smoking a cigarette. He looked disheartened and low. "Yohji-kun," Omi said softly. "Are you alright?" Yohji shrugged his shoulders. Omi frowned and continued to make himself a small sandwich. He brought his food to the table. Yohji put out his cigarette on the ashtray before him. He tried to produce a smile, but it looked weak and forced, which it was. "Do you want some?" Yohji nodded and accepted half of Omi's sandwich. "So why are you still up? I can tell that you're tired. What's bothering you?"

"Nothing, Omi-kun." When they finished Omi put his plate in the sink and looked at his unhappy friend. "Go back to sleep Omi, I'm fine, really."

"You go to sleep too."

"Fine, fine, I'm right behind ya."

They headed down the hallway Omi entered his room and Yohji began to enter his own before Omi whispered to him, "Yohji-kun, please tell me what's wrong?" Yohji stood still before crossing the distance between them. Omi sat on his bed and motioned for Yohji to sit with him.

"No, no Omi, you get into bed, this is not therapy where I tell you all my darkest secrets so go ahead and lie down." Omi obeyed and got beneath the covers while Yohji sat on the bed. "Chibi, don't worry about me. I thank you for your concern but it's not a big deal, really. I'm just trying to make sense of things lately is all." Yohji could feel his eyes beginning to tear and he shut them. When he opened them again he could see that Omi knew he was hurting. "Well, I should get to bed now." He started to leave but Omi tugged at his arm to stay.

"You could sleep in here with me. I don't bite and well…you look like you could use some company right now. So please stay, I could use the company too." The older man smiled and nodded. He climbed into Omi's bed. They cuddled each other. Yohji softly stroked Omi's soft blonde hair. Omi leaned into his touch. Omi began to become erect and his curiosity with being intimate or seeing his other teammates in the nude heightened. Yohji shifted to get more comfortable and accidentally touched Omi between his legs. Yohji felt the boy's erection. "Omi?" Yohji raised an eyebrow. "Is this why you wanted me to sleep in here tonight?"

"I'm sorry Yohji." The blonde sounded like he was about to cry.

"Shh, I'm not mad Omi, surprised, but definitely not upset. Why would I be when such a cute boy has lured me into bed with him?" Yohji brushed his fingertips over Omi's groin, this time on purpose. The older boy kissed his friend softly. Omi gasped. Yohji, loving the astonishment in Omi's breathing began to fondle his penis even more. "You wanna touch me Omi?" Yohji said sexily. The younger boy couldn't believe his ears; Yohji Kudou was inviting him to touch his playboy body. Omi sheepishly put out a hand and Yohji grabbed it, leading it down beneath his pajama bottoms. Omi felt his hand slip past Yohji's pubic hair and down to his hardening member.

He loved the feel of the older boy's cock in his hand. This was a completely brand new experience for the boy and he savored every moment of it. As he worked his fingers around the head of Yohji's penis, they became sticky and wet with pre-ejaculation. Yohji writhed. "Omi love, let's stop for a moment." Omi obeyed unenthusiastically. Yohji rose from the bed and left when he came back shortly, he closed Omi's bedroom door. Before returning to his spot on the bed he removed his pajama pants. It was all he had on, no shirt, no underpants. Omi stared at Yohji's body in the darkness. He could see very well since his eyes had adjusted but he was more than positive that the older boy's body must look twice as good in the light.

Yohji pulled the covers back from Omi. He began to pull off the younger boys pants and Omi helped by removing his own shirt. Yohji climbed back onto the bed. He was fully erect and his penis tingled to see the same excitement had drawn Omi's penis completely hard as well. Omi closed his eyes and sucked at the fingers he'd fondled the tip of Yohji's arousal with. Yohji chuckled. He slid his hands between Omi's thighs, feeling the delicate skin the boy possessed.

Omi wanted Yohji to touch him so badly. His cock was weeping with pre-cum and finally, Yohji placed his mouth over it. "Mmm." Yohji moaned. He loved doing this; he loved using his mouth. Omi hissed with pleasure. He pushed Yohji's head further onto his erection. Yohji licked and sucked at the underside of the boy's shaft. He kissed Omi's balls before lifting his head completely and licking his lips. Omi whined and Yohji knew he was disappointed that the older boy had stopped but his own arousal was aching from neglect. All Yohji could think about was how good Omi would feel, snug around him.

When he'd left the room earlier, it was too retrieve a tube of lubricant. Yohji slicked his fingers with the substance and rubbed it onto his penis. He lingered a bit at the head, moaning in anticipation. He lightly squeezed the tip of his penis and Omi watched, full of lust and desire.

While fondling himself Yohji decided how he wanted to take Omi. He slid slick fingers between Omi's buttocks. Yohji rubbed at Omi's tight opening. This was going to be so good. [I bet he's real tight.] Yohji smirked to himself. He leaned to kiss Omi's mouth again. Omi didn't wait for the older assassin to dominate his lips, Omi licked and sucked Yohji's lips tenderly then, darted his tongue inside. Yohji was surprised that Omi had taken over like that but he was pleased.

"Omi," Yohji said looking downward where his hand was massaging the younger boy. Omi knew what was coming next and tensed thinking about how painful it might be. "Honey, it's okay, it'll only hurt for a little while." The blonde nodded and shut his eyes as he felt Yohji slip a finger into his anus. There was a definite discomfort, but not enough to scream over, he didn't even gasp. When Yohji worked a second finger into the virgin hole Omi whimpered, this was more painful. "Shh Omi, I have to stretch you or it will hurt even more when I put my penis inside. Omi relaxed a little when he remembered that soon Yohji would be inside of him. The older boy sensed he was relaxing and stuck a third finger in but Omi didn't wince this time.

Yohji sucked Omi's neck, leaving red marks where his mouth had traced. He felt delightfully sinful preparing an underage boy for sex. But Omi wasn't that young, he was almost an adult could certainly handle the intensity of their lovemaking.

"Uh, Yohji!" He found it. Judging by the lustful cry that spilled from the younger boy, Yohji's fingers had brushed across his prostate. Yohji wrapped his free hand around Omi's cock and began to pump it. Omi felt his orgasm nearing. His thighs shook and he came all over Yojhi's hand. The oldest assassin licked the creamy liquid off of himself greedily, not wanting to waste a drop. Omi raised himself to lick his own come away from the corners of Yohji's mouth. They kissed again passionately.

Yohji drew Omi closer to him and tried to position the boy on hands and knees but the younger boy got the idea and did it himself. Omi's ass was perfect. Round and smooth, ready for entrance. Yohji situated his face behind Omi and kissed his soft buttocks. He licked Omi's balls and coursed his tongue all the way up to Omi's puckered entrance. He tongued the hole, licking at the taut ring. They both felt incredible surges of lust surge through their bodies.

Yohji positioned himself behind Omi. He placed the rounded tip of his aching, dripping cock against Omi's hole. He nearly screamed from the pain and pleasure of pushing himself inside, delicately. He rested one hand on Omi's hip and steadied the boy while he slipped in. Omi shut his eyes hard. Yohji didn't want to thrust in immediately so he could give Omi time to adjust to his length but after a few moments he didn't know how much longer he could take it.

[Oh, god, he's inside me.] Omi thought to himself, both happy and a bit nervous. Yohji shifted, his thighs were partially covering the younger boys. Slowly, he began to move inside of his lover. Omi moaned with pleasure each time Yohji's penis hit his prostate. Omi moaned even loader and Yohji began to laugh lightly. "Is my love having fun?" he said in a husky voice.

"Yohji," Omi whined. "Do it harder, I know you want to and I need it." Yohji didn't quicken nor harden his pace. He just stroked lazily, teasing the boy. He could taste Omi's frustration and craving.

Finally, Yohji began to pick up speed. He forced his hard cock in and out of his lover with a fluid rhythm. Omi cried out his name several times and it made Yohji's penis want more. As if he was no longer in control he began to thrust eagerly into the boy. He humped him rapidly and yearningly. Omi was too hot, too tight, too beautiful and he felt his climax would soon take over. He tried to prolong it and reached around Omi's body. He grasped Omi's erection and began to pump it harshly. Still sensitive from his initial orgasm, Omi came soon after Yohji had began to stroke him.

Omi's climax made his asshole tighten around Yohji's cock. It was already taut enough as is and the muscle contraction made Yohji come. Omi felt his lover's warm semen fill his anus.

Yohji slowly and carefully removed himself from Omi's body and dismounted him. He breathed heavily. Omi collapsed with exhaustion. Yohji nearly did the same. He found enough strength to pull Omi near him so that both their heads rested on pillows. Omi cuddled and held Yohji as caringly as he could. Yohji was his first, and he was wonderful, their experience together was wonderful. Drifting off to sleep he nuzzled his face into Yohji's chest. The other man swept him closer into his arms and kissed the top of his blonde head.

The night went on silently as everyone in the house got a good night sleep, especially Yohji and Omi who had worn each other out.

Early in the morning Ken got up to make breakfast. He was doing this more and more often which was odd because Ken feared the kitchen and anything that had to do with him cooking. He wasn't very good at it and it embarrassed him when his food turned out poorly or he caught something on fire.

Aya woke and did his normal shower routine. He was pleased to smell that Ken had cooked again. He was very proud of his lover and eager to join the young man in the kitchen. When he finished showering, he dressed himself in tight black jeans and a black dress shirt to match. He looked very dominant and sophisticated in this outfit, which matched his persona perfectly. Ken was delighted to see his sexy form join him for breakfast. Apparently the other two assassins were still asleep so they took this chance to smooch and hug. Finally, Ken mentioned that he wanted to wake the others. He started toward their bedrooms but Aya pulling back for another kiss, caught his elbow. "Aya, please, I wanna wake `em up before the food gets cold."

"I'll wake them, you finish cooking." Ken agreed to Aya's request and the redhead strode away. He really just wanted to talk to Yohji, not save his lover any trouble by waking his teammates. Yesterday afternoon had been a terrible one and he wanted to make sure it hadn't done too much damage. He knocked at Yohji's door. No answer. He tried the handle and walked in but Yohji was not inside. He wasn't in the bathroom either and Aya began to feel miserable. [Crap, I hope he didn't leave because of me.]

Finally, Aya went to wake Omi. Opening the door, he was startled with the sight of his two teammates naked and spent, before him. Waves, of panic and anger flooded through him. He padded to the bed quietly to wake Yohji and not disturb the youngest member of Weiss. Aya tapped at Yohji and he woke. "What do you want?"

"Shh," Aya hissed furiously. "Just get dressed, I've got a lot to say to you."

TBC…