Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

Chapter 2 Crushes

He ducked a
punch from yet another anonymous henchman. Their target guy had plenty of them
to keep Ken and himself busy while Aya and Omi went in for the kill. More literally
than not.

Getting the guy around the middle
with his wire he added his body to the larger pile that was already forming.

"Balinese,
Abyissian has finished the target. Everyone head out to the check point. Bombay
out." He heard Omi turn his transmission off.

"Alright
Syberian, time to go home." He called over his shoulder to Ken. Who gave
him a bright smile in return which made Yohji melt in his boots. ~God Ken don't
do that when were working! I might just have to break protocol!~

Falling to
the couch still fully clothed, Yohji gave a large sigh lacing his fingers
behind his head. Closing his eyes intending to take a nap he felt some small
pressure on his thighs and he heard a high pitched yelp to go along with it.
Opening his eyes quickly he spied Omi, cheeks flushed, pink as he held a hand
to his chest. A slow and easy smile slid to Yohji's lips as he moved his hips
slightly as to draw attention to them. "Only a bit higher next time, huh
Omi?" he practically purred, knowing all to well what effect it had on the
listener. The playboy knew and used what he had to his advantage every time.
This time was no different. He was sure that he had a tendency to court the
boys more often than not, making him most defiantly gay. He had always been
flirty with woman, so he was certain they didn't expect anything. The furious
red blush that now graced Omi's cheeks made Yohji's smile widen>
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"Yohji!
Why do you say such things? I was unaware you were lying on the couch. I am so
sorry." He said in an exasperated tone, backing away slowly from the couch
and Yohji. He was turning to go when he felt something on his wrist. The next
thing he knew was that he was sprawled on top of Yohji. "Yohji what are
you doing?" he practically screamed.

Yohji
wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled the arm, which wrist he still held,
above both of their heads. Resting his head on Omi's shoulder he whispered in
his ear, "Aww, little Omi, there's no need to be ashamed of what your
feeling." He chuckled to himself at how uncomfortable his little Omi was.
He decided then that he would have a little fun with him. Omi worked far too
much and needed a break more so than any of them. The question that rolled
around his head, ~Is he or isn't he gay?~ was completely forgotten at the sight
of that first pink blush. Although he couldn't help the thought of wishing it
was Ken. With this set in place, and the wickedest smile across his face, he
took the hand that had been around his waist, holding him in place, using the
lightest of touches; his fingertips skimmed the bare expanse of skin that was
revealed from his shirt riding up his abdomen.

"Yohji
you need to stop." Omi said stuttering over his words due to the sheer
closeness of Yohji. It came out sounding breathy and harsh. He tried to pull at
the arm that currently held his waist and was caressing him. ~Oh God, oh God,
oh God! Please Yohji don't do this! Not now!~

"Omi,
don't you want me?" Yohji whispered deeply as he flattened his palm and
ran it slowly up his abdomen to his chest. He then tweaked a nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. ~Oh shit, God! I didn't mean for it to go this far!~ he
thought trying to adjust his hips to hide his hard on.

Feeling the
movements against his ass he couldn't help the small moan that fell from his lips.
His nipple was now a hard nub and the groan that came with the attention to it
was loud and throaty. He prayed that Yohji wouldn't go down his stomach to
discover the erection that now inhabited his pants.

~God I have
to stop him or I won't myself.~

"Yohji
please I have homework I have to finish." He said in a desperate last attempt.
He then succeeded in pulling himself from Yohji's grasp at last. ~Well that was
close. I can't believe Yohji would do that and to me! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!~
Omi's mental rant began again as he backed away slowly from the couch till he
felt the bottom stair on the back of his ankle. He turned around and bolted out
of that room so fast you would have thought the boogie man was after him.

~Poor kid.~
Yohji thought. ~He has a crush on me bad.~ Yohji would know the signs; enough
people had had them on him he should know. Getting up from the couch he sought
out to find his other favorite past time, who he figured would be in the
training room. Ken always trained on rainy days and from the downpour that had
started thirty minutes ago seemed as if it would keep Ken lifting weights
forever.

All the
thoughts of hid athletic crush caused him not to notice the cold, narrow,
violet, eyes that looked out at him from behind a veil of darkness.