03-July-2002

Von has joined us to provide the voice of Youji-kun! ^__~

Series: Weiss Kreuz
Title: The Diva Returns
Author: BonneJeanne and Nixers and Von!
Contact: bonnejeanne@yahoo.com, nixerchan@aol.com, vonceia@yahoo.com
Category: Humor (we think it is anway), Sequel
Pairings: Ken+Aya, Youji x Omi
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Lemon, OOC, overuse of lyrics... some sap I guess
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Death threats will be chuckled over.

Special Note: Musical muse for this fic, the Thin White Duke. Song credits at the end.

The Diva Returns

Aya was humming, a headset and a small cassette player clipped to his waist. Occasionally the hum would become a line or two, lyrics escaping. These were some new songs, Ken hadn't heard in the act before.

It was a rare night. For once, the arrangements for the show had been made in advance, a favor to a friend. The bar owner was in financial trouble, and the revenue from an appearance by the elusive Diva of Steel in attendance and bar take might possibly get him out of it. And so, since there had been no mission that night, Aya was at the venue early, doing a series of stretches and what Ken recognized as a swordless kendo drill to warm up.

Ken had found a spot on the stage, one leg dangling over the edge. His attention occasionally drifted to the work being done on the sound system or the preparations for the lights, but for the most part, it stayed stubbornly fixed on Aya. It was the first time he'd been able to take this all in without still being half clouded by the after-rush and mixed emotions of a mission. There was no denying that he was enjoying the show.

"You know, you probably could have sold half the city if you'd let Mirei slip the word out that you're doing new songs too," Ken said, just loud enough to be heard over the strains of music coming from the headset. It was an exaggeration possibly. But there would, in his estimation and experience, have been more than a few fire codes broken.

Already easing into the other persona even without the make-up, the redhead threw a mild glare, then blew a kiss, then sang the chorus to the former soccer player.

"...nearly a week on the schedule is bad enough," Aya's deep voice was stern, but the barest hint of a pout was detectable. "If it hadn't been Master who gave me my first break, I'd never have agreed to it."

The faint change of expression that the lyrics had invoked was chased off by a touch of humor and the traces of fond exasperation. "So a night for the star chaser and yuppies kids," Ken said, a grin came with the shrug. "Then you can go back to your flighty image."

A brief flash from lavender eyes that narrowed slightly. "Hmmmm..."

Ken didn't miss the look. The months spent on and off with both of Aya's sides had given him a well tuned sense of trouble before it hit. He raised his hands in surrender. "It wasn't an insult," he said. He gave Aya a half smile. "A rather unexpected plus, really."

One lifted eyebrow kept him on probation for a few more moments before a softer, if private look followed, quickly hidden by the assassin turning away. "Speaking of Mirei, she's late."

They could hear the gathering of people outside, though the doors would be kept closed for another ten minutes. After that, Aya would be confined to back stage until show time, though Ken could come and go. The dark-haired young man had achieved a certain notoriety on his own, it was pretty much inevitable all things considered.

A heated argument seemed to be taking place at the door, drawing the attention of the two. After it resolved, a surprisingly familiar teen appeared, looking harried.

"Bad news," Omi said without preamble. "Mirei's not going to make it. Her mom went into the hospital with an appendicitis attack about half an hour ago and they're taking her into surgery."

"Fuck!"

Almost timidly, the blond offered, "I know you can do it yourself if you have to, but I thought maybe I could.... help...?"

Ken gave Omi a smile, then glanced back at Aya. He shrugged one shoulder. "I can only do the costume," he apologized. It was a forgone conclusion.

Giving the teen a long, slightly frowning, considering look, Aya paused and then suddenly said, "Fine. You're up. Make me look like a hag and I'll kill you." The last was given with the offhandedness only a fellow assassin could manage.

Omi's features took on a combination expression of excitement laced with mild terror, but he held up a large leather case triumphantly. "Mirei's, with her blessing," he explained, knowing the contents of the makeup case were familiar to both of the others.

"Come on, then, we're already running late," Aya snapped, sending the teen running for the back stage area at a sprint.

"Doors are opening," Master called from the front. The tall redhead disappeared behind the masking wings and stage curtain like an early morning dream.

The dark-haired assassin followed a little more leisurely, catching a glimpse of the first of the evening's crowd filtering in past the bouncers. Even from the limited angle, he could tell the lines were deep and none of the faces there needed any alcohol for encouragement. He headed for backstage, following to both help and watch/protect Mirei's new protégé on his debut against Ariel's exacting standards. Those who were regular followers would know he'd be back out in the audience before the show started. He could never get a good view from backstage and had completely given up trying after the second venue.

Youji sighed as he tossed the remains of his cigarette to the ground. He then toed the burning ember out with his boot as he prepared to enter the establishment. From the crowd pouring inside, he felt that this evening could turn out to be more enjoyable than the last week had been. His only regret was not hooking up with Aya, Ken or Omi to have a drink with and enjoy the sights.

Glancing around the crowd, the barest hint of a smile played on his features as he adjusted the dark shades down on his nose. At least these guys don't look boring, he thought. In fact, the crowd looked more like a Cherry Blossom festival or Carnivale than anything.

Walking inside, Youji headed straight to the bar to order a drink.

At the bar, the Master had some help to manage the orders, but it happened to be he who looked up at the tall blond and smilingly asked what he was having.

"Asahi," Youji said, digging in his pocket for money. "Looks like you have a good crowd tonight."

The older man agreed with pleasure as he provided the ice cold beer. "It'll be a crush," he predicted. "Better get a good place near the stage while you can, wouldn't want to let a latecomer get a better seat!" With another look at the young man, he added, "The Diva likes to see good looking boys around the stage."

"Diva, eh?" Youji said, taking a long swallow of beer. "Sounds interesting. Thanks for the advice," he said, then moved through the crowd to the front of the stage. Once there, he took a seat and waited for the show to begin.

Turning, he looked around the crowd, hoping to see a familiar face. The place was fairly active. Perhaps this was one of those hot spots that Ken and Aya disappeared to on occasion.

As he watched and drank his beer, 'fairly active' became a constant inflow of bodies. There was a level of excitement and anticipation in the crowd that exceeded anything Youji had been exposed to in a long time, to say the very least. And the audience members included some very interesting looks. A few were casual but a good many had dressed and dressed.... festive. Glamorous seemed to be the general trend. And people kept packing in.

As the crowd got thicker, more than a few of those passing by or settling in the same area looked Youji over speculatively and more than a few inticing smiles were aimed in his direction.

Not being timid at all, Youji smiled back, tipping his bottle to the pretty patrons. This could definitely be a more interesting night than brooding over the moon or cleaning up the shop.

One of the pretty patrons came closer and asked if the place next to Youji was taken by someone.

The young assassin shook his head and offered the seat.

The slightly tall woman smiled and took the seat offered. "Isn't it exciting?" the voice was a little deeper than usual. "I've missed her more times that I've caught her, you know. Never seem to be in the right place at the right time..." The pout was slightly exaggerated.

"The Diva?" Youji responded, grateful to have some, if not much, knowledge for a conversation. It always helped with a pretty lady. Reaching out, he patted the woman's hand. "Well, this is my first time and I'm sure she isn't as beautiful as yourself."

That remark got a brilliant smile and a modest batting of the most delighted brown eyes. "What a sweet thing to say... ooh, your first time? You honestly mean it?" The slightly-chested figure seemed to develop and almost predatory glitter.

"Hai," Youji responded, finishing off the beer. Something at the back of his neck prickled and he stole another glance at his table companion. Shaking his head to clear it, he looked back at the stage and pushed his glasses back on his nose. His senses began reporting that something was amiss, but experience had him settling back in his seat.

His companion shifted slightly closer, one thigh brushing against his, and, from a quick, coy look, not accidentally.

Had Youji been seated any further back, the figure who had caused a murmur in the crowd might have been much more unremarkable. The man on the edge of the stage was dressed in nothing special, to the averageness that almost made him stand out in the overwhelming originality of the majority of the night's patrons. It was the slightly embarrassed duck of the head, the way he moved - an assassin's grace, and plain body language more than distinguishing features that made him familiar. With a sweeping look over the crowd, and a satisfied look, the brunette made a gesture of one hand, and surprisingly enough, those who had pressed to the stage's edge made room enough for him to jump down.

Youji paused as his eyes swept the stage area. Looking closely, a wide grin spread across his face. Without thinking about it, he leaned forward to stand. "Ken!" he called out to the figure he recognized.

His voice was almost lost in the crowd chatter. The person who'd been flirting with him said, "Mou! You know Ken-sama? You said it was your first time! Shameless liar!"

By the time the call had came out, Ken was nearly lost in the crowd, but not before Youji got a glimpse of the dark-haired assassin's eyes widening a bit at the familiar voice, or he thought it was, and a searching look over the crowd.

Youji raised his hand and waved. "No, I'm not lying. I just know Ken," he began and then trailed off a bit. Ah, Ken, he thought. You're not a dull as I thought. "So you know 'Ken-sama' well?" he asked, glancing back at his companion.

"Ooh, I wish!" his companion exclaimed, batting eyelashes dreamily. "That bishounen is reserved! Maybe it *is* your first time, after all," the remark was followed by a peal of laughter.

Youji's eyebrows raised at the remark. "Ahh," he remarked, then sat back in his seat. "Point her out to me, if she shows up. I promise I won't tease him later."

Youji looked at the lady next to him a little closer. Her long neck was intriguing. Behind the dark shades, his eyes widened slightly. The prominent Adam's apple was even more intriguing. K'so, he swore silently. It's one of *those* places. Oh well. Maybe no commitments tonight. As he smiled pleasantly at his table guest, Ken's face flashed before him again and he turned to see if he could spot the young assassin. Why Ken-kun... I would have never guessed in a million years, he thought.

His companion laughed again. "Point her out? Oh honey... I don't think I'll have to..."

The music on the sound system was something unusual, yet oddly familiar to Youji. As the oldest of the four assassins, he'd developed some eclectic music tastes, including a familiarity with international artists of his generation and before. The recording was one he hadn't heard in a long time but even in the overcharged atmosphere of the crowded bar it came back to him, the deep voice, English lyrics, British pronunciation...

Ken had managed to find and more importantly, get through the crowd which had become a significant press by the time the song had found its first chorus. He put a hand on the taller blond's shoulder, and had still, even in this time, managed to look surprised to see him. "Youji," the greeting wasn't quite shouted, but was enough to get over the music and the conversation. The grin was more than a little self conscious. "I didn't think you were going out tonight."

Youji looked up and pulled the shades down on his nose. "Ken-kun," he replied. "How could I resist? Um, Ken this is..." Youji added, gesturing to his table mate.

"Juni," the person filled in quickly, batting cosmetically enhanced eyelashes at Ken. "So pleased to meet you, Ken-sama! If anyone doubted the announcements about the show, seeing *you* here would lay them to rest," the person gushed.

Ken rubbed the back of his neck, the uneasy gesture in contrast with the charming smile. "Nah, she's here. Just gonna be a little late," he replied. He could already hear the casually offered information echoing in the crowd surrounding him.

"Ah," Youji replied with a smile, "A woman's most charming trait."

Juni laughed at that remark, sighing, "Almost as charming as you, honey," 'she' said to the tall blond. "Ken-sama! You two are friends... but he says he's never see the Firebird before! How is that possible? And what a crime!"

"Yes, Ken," Youji said. "How is that possible?"

Ken looked a little flustered, but shrugged at Youji. "... You seem to have an easy enough time finding parties," Ken said, finally settling on a response. He glanced over at Juni and gave her a smile, the teasing meant more for Youji than 'her.' "Be careful with this one. He's rather notorious."

That assessment only made the tall blond more inviting of course. "Oh but he seems so sweet!" Juni protested.

"Warning delivered, that's all I can do," Ken replied, seeming a bit less tense as the conversation swerved away.

Youji sat up in his seat. Taking Juni's hand, he leaned over and kissed it. "My protectress," he flirted. "While it is true that I do have a reputation, I assure you, your virtue is safe with me." Glancing back up to Ken, he added. "Eventually, I find the best parties, yes." He winked at Ken. "Though why you would keep such a lively spot a secret is beyond me."

Youji's remark was greeted with a practiced swoon from his companion.

Ken grinned at that. "I can't tell you what I don't know. The Diva usually chooses at the last minute." He glanced back towards the stage briefly. "This probably won't happen again." It was hard to get the tone over the crowd, but relief was plain on his face.

Another glance backwards then a wave to Youji as he stepped back. "Looks like you've got it under control here, I've gotta get back."

"Catch you later, Ken," Youji said.

"So is my virtue still safe even if I don't have any?" Juni asked coyly.

Youji graced Juni with a beautiful smile. "Especially if you don't have any," he said, with a wink.

"Oh!" the pout was a masterpiece of distress.

Youji reached up and brushed the young *lady's* cheek. "No, no. None of that. It mars the pretty face," he said.

A sigh as practiced as the pout was his reply.

Ken had taken a less obtrusive way to the backstage area, finding the small dressing room quickly. The diva was in final stages under Omi's attention, the smaller boy's look of deep concentration cute. Ken flashed Ariel an appreciative look, the worry easing briefly.

"Something's up," Aya commented, lips barely moving as Omi finished the last dusting of translucent powder to set the effect. The diva's perceptions where Ken was concerned had sharpened into uncanny in the last few weeks.

"No way out of tonight is there?" Ken asked, not bothering to refute his claim, in fact taking a completely opposite stance than he had earlier that night. He considered several ways of saying it before just finally leaning heavily back against the doorframe and saying, "Got flagged down on the floor. By Youji."

It was Omi who dropped the lipstick he was putting back in the case. "Youji-kun? Oi..."

The diva hardly paused in a complete and focused last inspection of the blond's work. "Nice job, Omi-kun," 'she' said deliberately, the praise making the teen blush. Standing up, (and up and up, thanks to the spike heels on long legs with glitter-dusted stockings), the diva brushed an invisible speck from the deeply slit emerald green satin dress. "Fuck it," said Aya's voice. Then a slow smile in the mirror finished the transformation to its final stage. Lifting the gold earring from the makeup table and placing it in Ken's hand, she said, "Just in case of a quick getaway," and leaned over to press rouged lips lightly against Ken's, the non-smear formula sticking where it belonged without a smudge. "Might as well give him his money's worth while we're at it. Tell Master, two songs tonight. And baby... the second one's for you..."

Ken's fingers curled around the metal, the lean into the kiss wasn't aggressive, not until after the show. He nodded at the instructions, letting out some of the apprehension with a sighed breath. He turned to let Master know of the change in venue, enough of a sign to start. The look he cast backwards was anticipatory, despite the complications that were bound to come about tonight... the risk was a part of the appeal. "I'll be in front."

The diva's possessive smile was feline. "I'm counting on it."

The crowd around Youji had only gotten thicker, more excited, and a chant had started somewhere near the stage, traveling through the room until it was taken up on all sides. A name, three syllables.

The sound system faded the music and the crowd cheered loudly in anticipation. Colored lights traveled around the room and then fixed at a spot at the front of the stage, bathing a lone microphone stand in flickering gold and red.

Master's voice came over the system. "My friends, it was my unparalleled honor and pleasure to have been there on the night that our performer debuted, a night that no one who witnessed it will ever surely forget. And it is my humble and grateful honor and extreme pleasure to be able to present to you this evening, the incomparable Firebird, the untamable Diva of Steel... ARIEL!"

The cheers shook the rafters of the bar itself. Music flowed from the sound system as a long-limbed figure flowed across the stage with the grace of a tiger and the appearance of a goddess of mayhem. Clad in a formfitting sheath of emerald green silk, slit almost to the waist on each side, the cinched waist pushing toned flesh into hemispheres that beckoned from the daring bustier-cut bodice, a dangling ruby-colored drop winking from behind one of the twin sweeps of scarlet hair that flared down from the artfully cut cap of deep red... from the crown of her head to the tip of each pointed stiletto, the creature who took the stage was the most amazing thing Youji had ever beheld in his life. Reaching out with a red-gloved hand to take possession of the microphone to resounding, near hysterical applause, the performer swept the crowd with a look that seemed to penetrate each watcher's soul, as her incredible body began to undulate with the throbbing beat.

Youji felt a mixture of excitement and appreciation as he watched the performer. Whoever she was, she was a pro. Youji watched as she commanded the room with her very presence and he found himself looking her over assessingly. Hmm, he thought as he felt that prickle at the back of his neck again. She was a little tall, though pretty. He wondered what the odds were, then remembered that this was supposed to be Ken's ...

Sitting up abruptly, Youji's mouth dropped open as his glasses slid down his nose. A part of him was proud that Ken-kun had snagged what was clearly the dish of the day. Still, that prickling at the back of his neck would not go away. The assassin found himself eyeing the beauty just a little bit closer.

The 'beauty' had swept the crowd with her look, and then seemed to fix her gaze on the area where Youji was sitting. He could almost see the glitter in eyes that looked as if they were an unusual shade of lavender. In fact he'd only seen that shade once before, but it could have been the lights... the music seemed familiar as well, like the song he'd heard earlier. And when she opened her ruby-tinted lips to sing, the voice was a surprising match for the original artist of the song.

Youji found himself getting into the music. It was his style after all. The voice was as he suspected, rich and deep. A slight chuckle escaped his chest at that one. Still, the damned prickle happened again and he suddenly found his head tilting sideways a bit. As he listened and watched closely, his eyes widened to saucers behind the shades.

"No," he said to no one in particular. The sound was more than drowned out by the music, the cheers and the ... singer.

The dark glasses came off in one sweep as the assassin blinked. "Aya?" he queried, only to have the features of the performer confirm his suspicion.

"You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip
I'll chop your hair off for kicks, you'll make me jump to my feet
So you'll give me your hand, give me your sound
Let my sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand
Oooh! Clutch your makeup!" [3]

After delivering the first few lines almost directly to him, the performer was now working the crowd, illustrating the song with moves that were elegant, but still occasionally pornographic.

The crowd ate it up. At Youji's side, Juni screamed and cheered with the rest. "You go, girl!"

It was difficult to get through the heaving, dancing, cheering crowd but Omi managed by dint of wiggling, squirming, judicious use of elbows and ducking under anything taller than he was. Having spotted Youji's position from the wings, he made his way through the crowd to a place just a little behind the taller blond, figuring that if he attempted to bolt, Omi could at least try to run interference. He figured between he and Ken there was a good chance of keeping Balinese there until they could figure out what to do. Just in case the idea of running off to report to Manx somehow formed in the older assassin's head...

In the meantime, Youji was watching the performance with a mixture of disbelief and shock. You go, girl? he thought, as a mental picture of Aya the assassin with sword drawn flashed through his mind. Surely, Aya would have sliced anyone who called him a girl into sushi without batting an eye... wouldn't he? Looking around, Youji found himself moving to the beat of the music and falling into the energy of the crowd. Ken was one thing, but AYA??!! They were all going to have to have a long talk sometime soon.

A part of him thanked the gods that Omi wasn't there to see. The poor boy might be traumatized.

The song came to a close, the last few bars drowned by enthusiastic cheering. From close behind Youji, a particularly piercing whistle split the air, and the diva looked up, eyes lighting on someone just beyond Youji and blowing a kiss in that direction.

Youji shook his head. He turned in the direction of the blown kiss. The whistler was behind him and he caught a glimpse of the recipient before doing a double take. It's Omi, he thought. His eyes widened again as he beheld the be-smocked young assassin in the crowd. Were those make-up smudges covering it? Suddenly, Youji felt as though he might be still in bed and dreaming. This was rapidly getting too surreal.

Accepting the adulation for as long as she was willing, the performer caught the crowd's attention with a brief gesture, and the music began to pulse again, and the diva focused on a single figure at the front of the crown around the stage.

Whatever reservations Ken might have had, they had been driven out by the pulse of the earlier song. The gypsy like tune swapping off with the harder electric guitar suited the nearly scandalous lyrics. The look returned to Ariel was all desire, possessiveness and promise.

"I told you that you wouldn't believe it," the orange-haired young man standing at the back of the room yelled mildly in the ear of the taller dark-haired man, even though he need not have yelled at all.

Nonplused, the dark-haired man adjusted his glasses and simply said, "You're right... I don't."

Beside the two, a white-haired boy with a patch over one eye hardly drew any attention in the extravagantly costumed audience. And the delicate-looking teen on the other side would never have been noticed by anyone.

And Omi, Ken and Youji were all facing the wrong way to see them.

The only one who might have spotted the small group at the back of the crowd was busy looking deeply into the green eyes of the one in front of him.

However the bar was entirely too packed, the audience too excited, and as the song began to come to its close, someone jostled the dark-haired teen just once too often.

The room seemed to shake for a minute and people at the back of the crowd began flying through the air, impacting walls, lights and other patrons. Looking up, the diva's eyes found the center of the commotion and the curse that dropped from his lips was only drowned out by the reaction of the crowd, the hysteria escalating instantly as people began trying to see what was going on, and those closest to the back began to flee.

"So much for a quiet exit," the orange-haired young man groused philosophically.

The crowd however made a remarkably effective barrier between the small group at the back and the assassins of Weiss at the front.

"Crashers!" Aya yelled to Ken, pointing to the back. "Get Omi, and Youji, we need to get out of here!"

Ken was already out of his seat at the first sign of the commotion. The anger that had funneled into a battle ready state at the very familiar attack, switched almost instinctively at Aya's words. Pushing through the crowd towards where Youji's seat was, wasn't as simple as it would have seemed, as the density of the throng went from tight to solid in an instant.

Fortunately, the table Youji had taken wasn't far into the mess. Ken reached beyond Youji to snag Omi's wrist. Flashing a look to the taller assassin he shouted over the commotion. "Out, now!" already pushing towards the back exit with repeated glances back towards the stage, a far too exposed place.

Youji looked back and then nodded. Grabbing his table companion's hand again, he kissed it tenderly. "Arigato, dear lady," he said, then moved to leave.

Juni looked distressed but waved.

The four made it out the back, the one clad in emerald silk now carrying a naked katana. The white Porsche was tucked behind the building, out of sight from the street. With no ado the flame-haired diva with the sword herded the others into the car and a spike-heeled foot flattened the gas pedal.

At the front of the building, another group of four assorted males ducked out of sight of the crowd as the pandemonium inside continued for a while. Not bothering to follow the fleeing assassins, they exchanged looks and quickly decided to head for home.

"Interesting, but I'm damned if I can figure out what to do with it," Crawford remarked.

The Porsche stopped only when it was clear there was no pursuit, and then pulled up into the parking lot of a small motel. Omi jumped out without being asked and got a room key.

Ken was the second out, the adrenaline, however small, of the flight enough to forget the small problem with Youji. It was a natural move to shrug the jacket off his shoulders and hand it to the barely clad assassin, while waiting for Omi to return.

Youji watched with folded arms throughout the trip. This was interesting. He wondered if he'd been completely forgotten in all of the hoopla. At any rate, he made note of the subtle things that transpired with the other three. Apparently, this was not their first time on such a ... mission. In fact, the lack of self-consciousness between them raised his curiosity considerably.

Ken's gesture of giving Aya his coat and Omi dashing into the motel was not lost on him. Certainly, their relationship to each other was nothing he would have ever imagined.

When Omi returned with the key and a room number, the diva climbed out of the car, Ken's jacket draped over bare shoulders, and tossed the car keys to Ken. "Bag in the trunk." Then the exotically made-up lavender eyes focused on Youji still sitting in the back seat. A finger pointed and crooked. The silent order to come was unmistakable.

Youji unfurled his long body from the Porsche and followed the Diva without argument.

The hotel room would be an adequate make-shift dressing room. Coming in, Aya dropped the jacket on the bed and leaned his satin-clad hips against the bureau, eyes pinned to Youji.

Youji adjusted the dark glasses on his nose as he looked back at the satin-clad Ariel. He leaned against the doorway opposite the Diva and met his lavender gaze.

Watching both disappear into the hotel room, Ken slung the bag over his shoulder and closed the trunk. He gave a helpless look, the actions of the diva - always high in his awareness - bringing the situation back into the spotlight. He led the way to the door they had disappeared into, pocketing the keys and fishing out the earring. The ironic smile it drew was the expression he had on when he entered the small room.

"If there's anything you want to say, you have five minutes," Aya delivered the ultimatum directly into Youji's eyes. At least it was Aya's voice... but the vision was hardly less amazing than on the stage under the lights. It was... and it wasn't. Even the tone of that familiar voice was subtly different.

Youji looked the vision up and down. "Interesting diversion," he commented, then looked over at Ken and Omi. "How long? If I might ask?"

The bag was set on one side of Aya before Ken took a place on the other side of the diva. "Two months for me," he said, trying to shrug off the regard. There was, however, no regret or apology in the ex-soccerplayer's face. Ken opened his hand, offering the earring to Aya wordlessly.

The redhead simply leaned down a little, tilting his head to offer the left side.

"Three.... missions," Omi chimed in from the bed. "It was an accident but the best kind...."

"Ah," Youji said, knowing that the answers meant very little. "So, does the crashing happen often? That *was* Schwartz, eh?"

Ken had brushed back one of Aya's eartails and affixed the ornament with more skill than Youji might have granted him before. He took the excuse of straightening the long ornament for a brush of fingers down the arc of Aya's neck. "I told you, it's usually not announced where the performance is," he said. "Schwartz no, but we leave if it gets unruly for any reason... tonight was... everything but usual." He selected the last carefully.

"Hn," Youji responded, taking in the information. "Sounds like ... fun," he said.

The diva's chilly regard seemed to thaw ever so slightly. Then a smile. "It is."

Lifting one long leg, a finger was hooked under the strap and the stiletto heel was dropped with the usual lack of ceremony to the floor. Then the other. "The rule is simple. You tell, you die." Then the redhead turned to Omi. "You did a great job, pet. Better call yourself and Youji-kun a cab."

The blond teen nodded with a slightly pleased blush. Grabbing the hotel room phone, he dialed a number and gave the address.

Youji blinked as he forced his eyes up. It's Aya, he thought to himself. But he does that too well. He was grateful not to have to come up with a reason for an awkward departure. Peeling his eyes away, he looked over at Omi, who seemed right at home. You're getting old Youji-sama, he told himself. They always keep the secrets from the old one.

Relaxing on bare, or rather, stocking-clad toes, the diva crossed the room to face the older blond. "You're taking it very well," he purred softly. "Now be a good boy and go home with Omi-kun, hmmm?"

Youji's eyebrow lifted at the Diva's words. Aya was clearly somewhere in there, but this new personality had a charm of its own. He actually felt slightly chastised, which was familiar, but whole situation was confusing. "It's been ... a pleasure," he said, then turned to leave. He needed to get some air and a little distance from the situation to properly freak-out.

As he turned, he felt a whisper of a featherlight touch, a red gloved fingertip grazing his jawline. A low chuckle that sounded a little too much like the purr of a big cat. Then the honk of a car horn sounded outside and Omi bounced up. Giving the diva a light kiss on the cheek, offered for the purpose, the teen winked at Youji and skipped out the door to wave down the cab driver.

Looking over at Ken, Youji bowed slightly, then followed Omi out of the door. He declined to steal another glance at the Diva.

Once the door closed, the diva simply breathed, "Lock it, kudesai..."

A disjointed musing about the prospects of that being a /very/ interesting conversation in the cab home fragmented further at the request, and disappeared entirely from Ken's mind with the thunk of the tumbler falling into place.

"Something tells me this may be the last show for a long time," the regret in the diva's voice was unmistakable.

"Tonight was fucked up from the start," Ken agreed on a sigh. He moved away from the door and sat heavily on the edge of one of the beds. "Unless we manage to off Schwartz the next time they walk in on a mission." He smirked, the likelihood of that was nearly nothing.

"Certainly worth considering," Aya said with a slight smile. Turning, the diva offered 'her' back to the dark-haired assassin.

He reached up and ran the zipper down the back of the dress, easing it down over narrow hips before tugging on the strings of the bustier. "I think I'm going to put a lot more effort into it now, anyway," Ken said.

The look over one bare shoulder was fond/possessive.

After the dress was discarded, along with the bustier, the garter belt and stockings, the redhead turned off the bright motel lamps, leaving only a light in the bathroom and the door partially ajar. Moving back to Ken with an unconscious, feline walk, he began unhurriedly removing Ken's garments one at a time.

"No more shows, no more nights like this, I guess," the resonant voice sounded almost... wistful.

"You don't need an audience," Ken disagreed, his hands ran up the diva's arms, lingering only briefly along the neck before running down well memorized plains. "Don't even need the anonymity anymore..." He looked up, finally from his explorations to meet Aya's gaze finally. "All she needed was a radio, right?"

The artfully painted face of the diva showed an emotion Ken had never seen on any of Ran Fujiyama's faces: the most open, most vulnerable shock, followed by something so pure it returned that shock back, warm to the bottom of his soul. He took a step closer, hands circling Ken's face before rouge-sweetened lips pressed to Ken's mouth, asking and offering with the same escaping breath.

An answer and unconditional acceptance met it as Ken's arms circled Aya's back.

As it had been with almost everything that night, even this felt different. Without the desperate energy, the need to be with or to simply be someone else, everything seemed to linger, draw out as if seeking more time, to make the last night last forever even if it meant breaking that first agreement made in Aya's bedroom. The embrace and kiss deepened hairsbreadth by hairbreadth, before parting with the same lethargy.

Licking his lips as if to catch any taste of the dark-haired assassin that might linger, Ran backed up step by step, hands finding Ken's, fingers twining with fingers to draw him along as well. The redhead backed onto the bed, and into the middle of it, bringing Ken with him until he could lie back, pulling Ken down over him, arms winding around the other young man's shoulders and waist. The next kiss was as attentive as the one before. Ken could almost feel something that had been tightly wound inside the redhead for who could tell how long being slowly released.

When that kiss came to a momentary end, long, strong fingers shifted through Ken's hair will they found the scalp, massaging slowly. A small, very young smile answered Ken's expressions to that. As the former goalie's head dropped helplessly forward, lips brushed his cheek and soft words found his ear.

"You are my radio."

The cab driver was wearing headphones, the volume of the music high enough for Youji to hear the bleed through of something that sounded like American rap. The driver took them off one ear longer enough for Omi to give the address of the flower shop and then went back under, ignoring his passengers.

Omi smiled brightly at Youji, fidgeted a little, and then realized he was still wearing the makeup smock and pulled it off, folding it quickly to clutch in one hand.

Youji smiled at Omi reflexively and then reached into his pocket for a cigarette. It was more a gesture out of habit than anything and the allowed a little time for him to catch his thoughts. Seconds later, he abandoned the smoke and leaned back against the cab seat. "It looked like a good show," he said, finally. "Do you help the ... Diva out all of the time now?"

Omi brightened at the comment about the show and then looked down, a little embarrassed. "Not exactly," he said, darting a glance at Youji as he tried to figure out if the tone of the question had been disapproving. "There's a lady who usually does Aya's make-up for the shows. I've been watching, and picking up some things. Mirei does makeup for theatre too! It's cool... anyway she had an emergency tonight." He sighed, the impact of the evening's events finally sinking in. "This was just a bad luck night all around..."

A corner of Youji's mouth lifted at the last statement. He wondered if his presence at the club was a bit of that bad luck. "How so?" he asked.

Omi blinked, his blue eyes wide. "How so? Well, Schwartz showing up... that's bad... It's a shame too, because Aya has this rule, never schedules a show. Ariel just shows up, and she's so good that all of the bars are thrilled to let her have the stage for the night, no matter what else they might have scheduled. The news goes around by word of mouth and next thing you know there's a big crowd..." Omi sighed. "This time was a favor for Master, to help him out with some financial trouble. Aya didn't want to break the rule, but gave in this once."

"I see," Youji said, half-amused and half in wonder at Omi's obvious enthusiasm. He also felt about a million years older than Omi and wondered if the young assassin managed to catch the obvious sexual inclinations of his fellow assassins. Then, he remembered the farewell kisses and shook his head. "So, what do you think of Aya and Ken?" he asked, bluntly.

Omi looked back and his expression shifted to something oddly mature. "I think they are better for each other than they might be willing to admit," he said simply. "You shocked, Youji-kun?"

Youji folded his arms across his chest. "I don't know," he said, truthfully, "I guess I am, but I'm not sure if it's because it's Aya or because I found myself ... attracted. Probably both. Ken... I don't know. I was actually a little proud of him. He seems so ... straight?"

Omi lifted a hand to his face to cover a smile. "Youji-kun... we're all assassins... none of us is *that* kind of straight, not if you mean like 'normal' straight. If you mean like straight/gay... well I guess that isn't always easy to tell from the surface," he said and his cheeks darkened a little as he looked away.

"No, I guess not," Youji replied, impulsively covering Omi's hand with his on the seat of the cab. The conversation was becoming more and more intriguing to him, as he felt it turn towards dangerous waters. Hell, the whole night has been that way, so why not play the hand out, he thought.

Omi's eyes widened as he felt Youji's hand cover his. His cheeks went from delicate pink to a deeper flush. He stared up at Youji, as if searching for something. Youji was known to be notorious flirt, but that was with women... "Youji-kun..." he said softly, and stopped, hearing his voice betray him with a trace of wistful longing mingled with the questioning tone.

Youji was both curious and suddenly captivated at the big, beautiful eyes turned towards him. He knew that it was all a part of Omi's appeal and the young assassin's good looks were not lost on him. He'd seen the stir that Omi had caused in the shop with the young girls who literally swooned the windows as they watched him work. Not that Youji felt he, himself was bad to look at, but it seemed that Omi, probably due to his age and generous nature, was mostly clueless to his overall appeal with the women.

Youji found himself mentally pulled up short. Wait a minute, Youji, he thought to himself. Did he just confess to being... gay?!

Youji sighed, as he looked into the wide eyes once again, but with new possibilities. Oh damn, he thought. I *am* a million years old. Reaching up, he brushed a bit of glittery powder away from Omi's cheek. "So, what do they do with you?" he thought, aloud.

The wide saucer eyes became dinner plates. "Youji-kun!" Looking down quickly, Omi wanted to pull his hand from under Youji's... but he also didn't want to, and ended up leaving it there. "Figures you would think like that," he said. "You're such a hentai!"

Youji smiled, languidly as he moved closer to Omi on the seat. He slid his arm around the young assassin's shoulders and then leaned down against as ear, confidentially. "That is my reputation Omi-kun," he said, realizing fully that he was giving in to an impulse of flirting. Guess it doesn't matter what the sex, he thought. Can't change the tiger's stripes. "Of course, I notice you did not answer," he added.

"They don't do anything with me, if you mean Aya and Ken!" Omi practically squeaked. "But they don't treat me like a child... or make fun of me," he added, suspecting that Youji was having a little fun at his expense. "You only like women over eighteen," Omi said, repeating the formula phrase Youji used so regularly. "It's wrong to tease when you're just making a joke out of it."

Youji listened carefully to Omi, suddenly catching many things that he might not have before. "You are right about the teasing," he said. "And I did say that I only liked women over eighteen. But after tonight, I admit to being curious at the least. I wasn't teasing you, by the way. I was flirting. There is a difference."

Omi turned, facing Youji more directly. He seemed to study the older assassin's face for a few moments. "Curious..." he repeated softly. "So there's something you haven't tried, and you wonder what it's like, is that it?"

Youji cupped Omi's face with his hand. You should stop this, he thought to himself, knowing that he rarely listened to himself at such times. "That is part of it," he confessed, seeing that he had just boarded the fast train to hell. "To be honest, Omi-kun, I find myself attracted as well. I don't know why, but I suspect it's because it just is," he said.

Omi blinked, but he didn't need to hear a whole lot more than this. He'd spent many an afternoon in the shop daydreaming about taking the sexy older assassin back behind the azaleas... stymied by the former-detective's obvious heterosexual posture. Leaning closer, Omi pressed his mouth to Youji's softly at first, but pressing his lips to open so Omi's tongue could slip inside.

Youji felt the slight electric pulse and completion of an action that he had just been thinking of a moment before. He closed his eyes and slid long fingers into Omi's hair as he sucked on the delicious object in his mouth. Not many differences, he thought as he felt himself relax down into a place that was familiar to him.

Allowing himself to adjust to the taste and feel of the young assassin, Youji felt his body begin to radiate with heat. Swirling his tongue along Omi's, the older assassin felt the play begin as he reversed the action and conquered the young man's mouth with his own tongue.

It was with a little surprise that Omi felt Youji's mouth accept the kiss, respond to it, and then turn it back, invading his mouth. It figured that he would be good at this.... real good... too good....

Abruptly Omi became aware that the cab was not moving as the driver cleared his throat.

Youji smiled around the kiss, breaking it at his leisure. "I guess this is it," he said, to no one in particular. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out some money for the driver as he slowly unwound from Omi. "Good night," he said, handing the man the money.

The cab driver took the money without comment but as Omi climbed out, his face flushed, the driver shot a comment over his shoulder. "Use condoms."

"Oh... right!" Omi managed brightly as he slammed the door. He glanced at Youji a little questioningly, and then fished out his keys to get into the shop's back entrance. Locking up after Youji went in, he found himself following the taller blond upstairs to the living quarters over the shop. With a thoughtful look, he followed Youji all the way into his bedroom.

"You have some don't you?" he asked, keeping his voice casual. "Because if not, I can get them from my room..."

Youji slid his arms around Omi's body and backed him up against the nearest wall. "I never leave home without them," he said, removing the shades and tossing them on the night stand.

Leaning down, he kissed Omi again. This time, Youji was able to feel more of the young assassin's body against his own as he mentally checked off the differences. Whatever they were, they didn't seem to have any effect on his body, which he found a bit surprising. Well, am I? he thought, and the very thought made him mentally chuckle. His mouth, however, was busy with Omi's.

Youji's actions translated as somewhat aggressive, and sent electricity through Omi's body, speeding his pulse. It was rather interestingly like a couple of his favorite daydreams, where Youji confessed his attraction to women was all a cover and that he really liked teenaged blond males... well not exactly like it. The feeling of being pressed against the wall by Youji's lean body made his temperature skyrocket. He could feel the slight bulge in Youji's pants grazing his own lower belly. It was so exciting that he felt the blood rush to his lap, causing that delicious and almost painful swelling. Youji's mouth was doing things to his that were wonderful, and he sucked on the young man's tongue hungrily as it plunged in and out and around his mouth.

Moving his head back inches, Youji looked down at Omi. This had happened fast and he became aware of another component to the matter. Leaning down again, he kissed Omi's neck, savoring the taste of the young assassin's skin. "You have done this before, Omi-kun?" he asked, licking the young man's earlobe.

Omi's head tilted back and he shivered slightly at the delicious sensation. "Uh.... huh," he managed, taking a deep breath. " 'M not a.. virgin," he added, his voice breathless, but somehow still sounding adorably indignant in the protest. His hand rose and fastened on Youji's waist.

"Hai," Youji said, breathlessly himself. He felt Omi's strong fingers on his waist as he covered the young assassin's mouth again, kissing him hungrily. Certainly a hell of a lot easier, he thought to himself. He didn't seem to have to do as much prelimary work convincing the subject that sex was a good idea as with his female friends.

His hands smoothed down Omi's sides and around his hips. Taking a step forward, Youji moved his leg between Omi's thigh, and felt the sudden shock of his cock rubbing against an equally hard member. The friction made him gasp but the new sensation caused him to only pause a beat as he was reminded that they both were definitely male.

The feeling of Youji's hands around his hips and the press of the man's leg between his thighs was even more electric. In fact from that moment, all Omi could think about was getting Youji to do it... whatever it took he wanted to feel the older blond dance inside his body. A low groan escaped from his lips and he ground his crotch against Youji's leg and groin, feeling the bulge in the other young man's pants become more prominent. Stretching his neck, he nuzzled Youji's neck as he felt lips move against his skin. "Ohhh... fuck!" The exclamation was soft and helpless.

Youji felt his chest heave against Omi's as he moved his head back again. His hands squeezed the round curves of Omi's rear. There were definite pluses about the male to male thing that Youji had not anticipated. Of course, he never thought about it much before, but now it was clear why a man might be drawn. He found that he didn't have to hold his strength in check with Omi, out of fear of hurting or bruising him. Just the thought of that caused his long fingers to rub and squeeze the young assassin again.

In fact, Youji took what to him was a liberty and moved his hand around to actually touch Omi's now hardened cock deliberately. No turning back now, Youji, he thought to himself as his fingers began squeezing the firmness.

Omi's fingers clutched Youji's waist, digging into the muscle since there was hardly a spare inch of fat anywhere on the man's body. Youji... touching him... even through the material of his shorts and briefs it felt incredible. His eyes flew open and sought out Youji's face, drinking in the curious/appreciative/almost surprised look he found there.

Suddenly his hands left Youji's waist and began working open the fastening in the front of the taller blond's pants. Part of him held his breath - would Youji really let him...?

Breathing hard, Youji looked down at Omi's fingers, then back up to the handsome young man's face. "I was going to ask for your assistance," he said, "But it seems you've anticipated me, Omi-kun." He licked his lips as he felt the material slowly give way.

The words were as good as permission and Omi finished the job quickly and deftly, his fingers reaching eagerly for the warm flesh that seemed to press itself into his hands. "Youji-kun..." he breathed. The blond certainly had what he needed to back the Casanova reputation. Stroking the rapidly firming and swelling flesh, Omi felt his arousal go through the roof. He licked his lips, and then began sliding down to his knees.

Youji moaned deeply as he felt Omi's fingers stroke his aching flesh. Moistening his lips with his tongue, he watched as the young assassin slowly slid to his knees. Knowing and anticipating what was to come next, he felt his cock twitch under Omi's grasp.

Omi made himself take it slowly, though he wanted to gulp the firm flesh like a long-desired ice cream cone. Instead, he pressed his lips to the tip, smearing the bead of liquid there, and then began licking slowly along its length.

"Omi-kun," Youji said, as he caressed Omi's soft hair. His teeth bared slightly at the touch of Omi's soft lips on his flesh. He definitely wanted more as he tried to restrain his hips from flexing too hard against the young assassin's mouth.

The sound of Youji's voice, roughened by his arousal, was a music Omi never imagined he would hear, let alone be able to cause. It intoxicated the teen, and he quickly opened his mouth wide, swallowing the hard length. It tasted clean and musky, slightly salty, slightly bitter but more exciting that anything he could remember. Sucking it deeper into his mouth, he circled the shaft, what wasn't in his mouth, with his fingers, moving back and forth along the length and following with his eager lips and tongue.

The feeling of Omi's mouth around the length of his swollen cock was enough to cause a second groan from the assassin. He had had great before, but this was going beyond what he'd ever experienced in his life. The fingers around the base of his cock held on tightly and with just the right amount of pressure. Youji moved his legs apart slightly and planted his feet as he looked down at Omi's head moving back and forth over him. "Yes, you *have* done this before," he crooned as his hips began moving at their will. "You do this very well, Omi-kun."

The words tickled his ears, and gave him a strange, half-shameful, half proud thrill, inciting Omi to extend himself even further to pleasure the older assassin. His hand, lips and tongue moved faster, his head swaying rapidly, then suddenly taking a deep breath through his nose, Omi loosened his throat and took nearly the whole length in his mouth, letting it nudge the back of his throat, swallowing around it before drawing back to repeat every few strokes.

"K'so!" Youji hissed as he felt his young lover's experienced mouth drive him over the edge. "Oh fuck, Omi!" Youji managed as his fingers laced around the back of Omi's head and pulled him against his heated body. Gasping again, Youji felt his seed pump from his body and the warm mouth around him work to capture every drop.

Moments later, Omi leaned back, looking up, his blue eyes wide and very pleased. "That was nice, Youji-kun," he said sweetly.

Youji shook his head as he sank to the floor on his knees in front of Omi. One hand looped around the back of Omi's neck as Youji leaned forward and kissed him deeply. The taste wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. "I think you mean devastating, " Youji corrected as he released Omi from the kiss.

It might seem amazing that the boy could still blush after that but his fair cheeks colored slightly. "Oh.... oh good..." Omi breathed. He was achy and his body was tuned to a high pitch but he realized he could be happy with just that much, if Youji decided the evening's activities were over.

Youji chuckled as he began undressing Omi. "Good for me," he said, stripping the shirt off of Omi's chest as well as his own. "I got the best on the first time out. I'm lucky," he added, tugging down the zipper on Omi's pants.

Omi stood up to make the disrobing process easier, excited to watch Youji actually doing this. He seemed to want to. Not just out of curiosity, and not just to get off himself, he'd just done that. Omi glanced away when his erection emerged from his pants, pulling them down and kicking them off quickly. If only... If he could only get Youji to do something...

Living in such close quarters, Youji had seen Omi semi-nude and nude on rare occasions. He remembered doing what all human beings did, taking a quick glimpse before discreetly looking away, for comparison's sake, but this was the different. The first thing that struck him was the *sameness* of body structure, which didn't particularly arouse him in any way. When Omi turned to kick off his pants, then turned again in silhouette, Youji found himself definitely reacting to the curve of the young assassin's ass. You don't go too far astray in your tastes, do you? he chided himself.

Placing a hand on Omi's rear, he smoothed the curves with his fingers. "Would it be an insult if I told you that you possess a very nice ass, Omi-kun," he said. Leaning forward, he kissed one of the curves.

An electric shiver ran through Omi's body at the words and the touch. "No," he breathed. "I'm... glad you think so." Biting his lip, he took a deep breath, gathered his courage and said, "Do you have any... lubricant, Youji-kun?"

Youji looked up at Omi, before turning him to face him. Reaching out, he took the prominent bulge in his hand, feeling Omi's cock move. You will burn in hell, he thought to himself. Tormenting this poor kid. Moving the loose skin back and forth over Omi's cock, Youji let his eyes wander over the *kid's* body, then revised his assessment. Omi had a good, strong body. "Lubricant.. yes," he replied. "I hope it's the correct kind though."

Swallowing, Omi nodded. "Any kind will work," he said, his voice a bit breathy. "Will you... I want you to... um..." his face blushed even deeper as he tried to figure out how to say it.

Youji rose from the floor gracefully as an impossible thought crossed his mind. So far, not too much is different, he thought. Looking down at Omi, he moved his hands around the young assassin's face once again. Looking into the deep crystal blue eyes, Youji saw something reflected there that he certainly understood... Desire.

He kissed Omi deeply once again and felt his body burn once more with heat. "Hai, Omi-kun," he said, his deep voice thick with passion. "I will fuck you."

The burn was not confined to Omi's face but ran through his entire body. Looking down for a moment, the blue eyes, always so innocent, now somehow as they returned to Youji's face, oddly sensual, "Arigato, Youji-kun."

Taking Omi's hand, Youji led him to his big bed. He sat down and fished out a small plastic bottle filled with lubricant and a condom from the night stand. Pulling Omi down next to him, Youji opened the bottle and spread some of the contents in his hand. Leaning over, he took Omi's erection in the coated hand and slowly massaged him.

"I know basics," he said, as a warning. "You will have to let me know what you like, Omi-kun," Youji said, before kissing him again.

Moving his hand from Omi to his own re-awakening organ, Youji pleasured himself as he slid his tongue into Omi's mouth.

The feeling of being touched by Youji was wonderful. His hand was warm and slick and his grip was sure, not too tight, not hesitant. It was the feeling of concentrated attention and it kept his body aroused and his pulse racing like a triphammer.

Omi leaned into the kiss, enjoying it, feeling both relaxed and excited. Let him know what he liked... it was scary. What if Youji thought... he tried to bury that apprehension. Things had been going too wonderfully, there wasn't any point in jinxing it with negative thoughts like that.

As the kiss ended, Omi took a couple of breaths and then climbed over onto his hands and knees. "Use more of that," he said, with a quick glance over his shoulder at his backside. "It helps. And use your fingers at first, it makes stretching easier."

"Hai," Youji said, watching Omi climb to his hands and knees on the bed. A smile lifted the corner of his face as his green eyes feasted on Omi's round bottom. You are a swine, Youji Kudou, he admonished himself.

Squeezing more lubricant onto his hand, he parted Omi a bit further in back, sliding his wet fingers along the valley of his rear. Finding the young assassin's entrance, Youji eased his fingers inside, feeling Omi's body contract and expand around the intrusion. A good imagination filled in what that might feel like on another part of his body. Glancing down at his lap, he found it no surprise that that part was beginning to rise to the occasion.

"How is that, Omi-kun?" he asked.

Omi was stretching his back like a cat, tilting his body into the intrusion. "G-good," he managed, his voice catching. He didn't know how to tell Youji about the place inside, but tilting his hips just a little more caused the man's fingers to brush close to it and he gasped and pushed back.

Youji's smile widened a fraction as he watched Omi's reaction. Even though he'd never had sex with a man before, he knew about the pleasure spot. In fact, he'd experienced it first hand at his first physical many years ago in school. As he recalled, he'd nearly literally gone through the wall as the physician probed him for abnormalities. Moving his fingers inside of Omi, he searched and found the right angle.

A startled cry burst from Omi's lips as Youji found the spot, his upper body lowering as his hips pushed back even more, seeking and finding more of the pulsing flood of sensation. "Ah! Youji-kun!"

"Hai, Omi," Youji said, in a voice laced with desire. "You look so good this way." With his free hand, Youji did something that he'd done before in similar situations. He gave Omi's rear a healthy swat.

Omi jumped, but the sudden contracting of his muscles in reaction to the swat shot another spasm of pleasure through him and he gasped tightly.

"Youji...." there was no mistaking the entreaty in his tone.

"Aa," Youji crooned as he pumped his fingers inside of Omi. Squeezing the full curve of his lover's rear, Youji then gave it a couple of well-timed swats, watching as the young assassin reacted.

This sent Omi in to a state of near frenzy. "Ohhh... Youji!" This time the entreaty was more of a demand. The older blond was driving him crazy but he still wanted the thing that Youji had promised to deliver.

Abruptly, Youji moved his hands from Omi's body. He tore open the condom with his teeth and prepared himself. Using more lubricant, he rose to stand on his knees behind Omi. Placing himself at Omi's entrance, Youji thrust forward, impaling the young assassin on his hardened flesh. "Omi," he moaned, feeling the warm body cover him.

It was sudden, and even with the preparations there was a moment of discomfort as his body stretched to accommodate Youji and then settled snugly around him. But Omi felt very relaxed and very desirous of what was happening and the sensation of Youji inside pressing against him was amazing. Moaning softly, he circled his hips.

Youji took a few breaths, reveling the feel of Omi's body around him. He placed his hands around Omi's hips and adjusted him just so, before moving into and out of the young assassin.

"Omi-kun," Youji moaned softly as his hips picked up a faster rhythm. Soon the world re-shaped itself down to two.

Omi moaned again, the driving rhythm exactly what he wanted to feel, each thrust causing unbearably delicious friction and an impact to his pleasure spot inside. He braced his body to take the most from the thrusts, obeying the guidance of Youji's hands around his hips. It was so good... bracing on one forearm, he reached down under himself and curled his fingers around his own aching erection, the extra sensation sending him to the brink. Crying out, he began to shudder as waves of pleasure rolled through his body, shaking him intensely.

Only a few seconds later, Youji felt his own body tense as he released deep within Omi's body. His long arms encircled the young assassin as he felt himself begin to sink to the bed some small time after. Leaning his head down, Youji pressed his mouth against Omi's, taking a kiss.

Omi responded to the kiss with sweet, if relaxed, enthusiasm. He shifted, letting Youji slide from his body so he could turn around and help with the removal and disposal of the full condom.

Youji moved from the bed and returned shortly with a large, warm washcloth and cleaned them both up. He then settled in beside Omi, and slid his arms around the blue eyed young man. "I enjoyed that," he said, quietly.

"Me too," Omi sighed. "You are amazing, Youji-kun." He settled against the older blond, his arm circling his waist.

"Aa," Youji said. "I'm an amazing hentai," he added.

"Thanks to Kami for that," Omi murmured, tucking his head under Youji's chin. He giggled. "Girls over eighteen and boys under..."

Youji looked down at Omi and chuckled. "Not all boys," he corrected. "Just one whose boyhood is as dubious as the organization he works for.... baka!"

His only answer was the soft sound of a sleeping and contented breath.

Youji shook his head, and closed his eyes as he followed Omi to sleep.

~Owari~

[1] The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell (David Bowie and Reeves Gabrel)
[2] All The Young Dudes (David Bowie)
[3] Velvet Goldmine (David Bowie)
[4] Bosanova, Casanova (Written by Aida Takeshi - Duet between Koyasu Takehito and Seki Tomokazu from the WK CD Glutchen), full lyrics & translation below:

Seki
kizu o tsuketai sono hada ni
boku no ai de shibari
nido to kienu ato o

I want to strike that soft skin
Binding you in my love
With wounds that will never fade

kimi no kuchibiru koji-akete
JERASHII sosogitai yo
nagai nagai KISU de

I want to ache with jealousy
Teased by your parting lips
Into a long, long kiss

ai no tsuyosa ni obiete
karada ga furueru
Coursing with growing love
My body trembles

Koyasu
toiki hitotsu mo nigasanai
kimi o shibaritai yo
boku no hiza ni sugare

I won't let escape a single sigh
I want you bound to me Fawning at my feet

kyuu ni senaka o daki-yoseru
mune no kodou tsukami
nureta hitomi tojiru

Suddenly, I embrace you from behind
Seeking out your pounding heart
Closing glistening eyes

towa no haitoku chikatta
sadame ni shizumou

We swore to be forever fallen from virtue
Let us drown in our destiny

yuki no you na hada o subete
kono te de kaetai

All of that skin like snow
I want to make mine

Both
Saa koko ni oide boku no me no mae ni
Saa kakusanaide mizukara misete
Saa hizamazuite ai o kou you ni
Saa hajirai nado jubaku to warae

Come here before my eyes
Don't hide, be your own self
Come kneel before me, begging for love
Laugh at shyness and curses

kizu o tsuketai sono hada ni
boku no ai de shibari
nido to kienu ato o

I want to strike that soft skin
Binding you with my love
With wounds that will never fade

kimi no kuchibiru koji-akete
JERASHII sosogitai yo
nagai nagai KISU de
nagai nagai KISU de
nagai nagai KISU de

I want to ache with jealousy
Teased by your parting lips
In a long, long kiss
In a long, long kiss
In a long, long kiss

Love & Gundams