Colored Stones

Colored Stones

By: Satrana

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Chapter Two
Dinner Date

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Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never did. Seriously, if I ownded them they’d all be very dehydrated and incredibly tired ... XD

Author’s Notes:Yay! People reviewed chapter one!! And thank you so much to those who did. I would just like to say, now, that yeah, there are a few inconsistencies but I think they’re all intentional. Asuming I didn’t screw up ... heh. XD Ya never know. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy chapter two!

Warning: This chapter contains NagixOmi sex (yes, Nagi is seme). If you don’t wanna read it then skip it. ^^

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Schuldig was smiling a bit while he wandered out onto the lawn outside the school’s main building. He hadn’t gotten to have sex with Crawford in the teacher’s office, but Crawford had said he loved him ... wait. Crawford had been nice ... downright sweet. And unusually gentle. Now that he thought of it, Crawford would normally have smacked him for that little trick he had played on him during class. Shit. Crawford was up to something and Schu had been so damned taken in by the romantic bullshit that he hadn’t even noticed!
Schu kicked the side of the building hard and threw his bag down against it. He glared at the bottle of chocolate milk he had bought inside. Damn his stupid fast metabolism. If it were not for that, he could go buy more and drink them all and threaten Crawford with getting fat. Schu sighed. No, he wouldn’t do that anyway. He didn’t want to be fat, even if it would serve Crawford right.
No, Schu would have to find something more creative. Perhaps he would wait until he discovered what it was that Crawford was up to. Maybe he could sabotage it? That would teach the man to try to trick him! And if this was business-related, Schu was going to break heads! Bradley Crawford should know better than to use their personal relationship as a distraction from business, but it was definitely something he would do. Come to think of it, Schu would do it too. Damn it. Maybe Schu would just take Yohji and disappear for a week or two ... But dammit, that was out as well. Whatever reason Crawford had for being their fucking substitute teacher, it probably meant work for him as well. Pain in the ass Tsukiyono and his brother. Well, if he was going to curse the man he could at least do it under his real name. Takatori.
Stupid Japanese politics ... Schu growled to himself. He really did not like this whole having to do things bit. At least when he’d been on the street he had been able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Who he wanted ... So what if he had been underage? Now, though, there was Crawford. Most people would not think Schu would give a shit about cheating on a lover, even Crawford might think that, Schu had never bothered to check. But they had been together for three years and Schu did actually care about the tall, arrogant, son-of-a-bitch. Fucking teenage hormones ...
So what the Hell was he supposed to do now? Hm, wait until Crawford came along, he supposed. He would not be able to start working on how to sabotage Crawford until they went home anyway.
Schuldig leaned back against he building, stretching his legs out before him and opening the milk he had been glaring at this whole time. He chugged it and tossed the bottle away, not caring where it landed. Too bad no one had been willing to ditch class and hang out with him. Maybe he’d just take a nap.

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Shuichi Takatori sat in his car, stuck in heavy traffic heading out of the city and into the wealthier, well-guarded areas of the suburbs. He usually preferred to run his businesses from home, by phone or internet, but today he had needed to go into the city. A meeting with new business associates should be conducted in person. It solidified a sort of loyalty, or at least it had with this man. With another man it might only have given Shuichi the opportunity to size up a potential threat but John McKavenaugh was a traditionalist in his business practices.
Shuichi sighed at the idea. The man had been polite, well-spoken, and quite intelligent. He seemed to be a good judge of character but Shuichi could not help thinking that the man’s desire to deal only with people he trusted would be a mistake. One had to deal with those one did not trust, to be sure that they knew what they were plotting. Still, McKavenaugh’s contracting firm would be a nice addition to Shuichi’s own ventures. It would make several things simpler.
But it was not the advantage he had hoped to find recently. Rumor had it that McKanveaugh’s uncle was the head of an organization that might give Schuichi something more than just business. Llyle Richton, McKavenaugh’s maternal uncle, was supposed to run some kind of shadow agency. Spies, assassins, infiltrators, anything needed. And against his brother, Shuichi was afraid that he would requite the help of just such people. It certainly would not be a new concept to politics, but it was, nevertheless, unpleasant.
Schuichi was pulled out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cell phone. Coming to another soft stop in the barely-moving traffic, he answered.
“Hello?”
“Toshi?” asked a familiar, female voice. Shuichi smiled.
“Of course, Erika, who else would it be?” He said softly. Erika was his wife. He had met her while still in Japan, although she had been only visiting the country. It was his marriage to her that had given him U.S. citizenship when he had moved here.
“Of course, dear. Are you on your way home?” She asked.
“Yes, I left a half an hour ago, but traffic is terrible. I think there must be an accident ahead somewhere.” Schuichi said.
“Well, if you want this dinner to start on time, you had better be home before five o’clock.” She told him sternly. “I can handle the dinner party stuff but whatever it is you want to Fujimiya about, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Schuichi smiled and chuckled a bit. “I know, dea-” he stopped in the middle of the word as he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye.
To his left the traffic had begun to move again. A silver sedan pulled up beside him and a familiar face looked boredly into his own window. Hirofumi Takatori, his nephew. The young man did not seem to recognize him, for which he was grateful. He had not had the full beard or mustache when he had last seen his brother’s family and his sunglasses were thankfully dark.
“Toshi? Toshi? Hello? Are you there?”Erika was asking.
“Ah, yes!” Shuichi said, managing to cover his surprise. He sighed a bit in relief when Hirofumi’s silver car drove on ahead, continuing for a few meters into the slow-moving traffic. “I’m here, sorry. I just saw ... well, I’ll tell you when I get home. I should be there within the hour. Traffic seems to be picking up.” Indeed, his own lane was moving again. “I’ll see you at home, love. Goodbye.”
“Bye.” Erika seemed satisfied with that, or at least sufficiently so. She would likely have several questions for him when he got home.
Fortune seemed to be on his side today, however. It appeared that Hirofumi had not recognized him and traffic was moving again. He remained as calm as possible as he pulled up ahead of Hirofumi’s car. The cars ahead of him began to speed up until finally he pulled slowly past the remains of two crunched cars on his left. Hirofumi’s car had merged into his lane three cars behind him, and returned to the left lane after they were around the accident. Shuichi was glad to see they turned left shortly thereafter, as he continued on to the gated area surrounding his own neighborhood.
At the gate he was pleased to see Marcus Long was working. He was the manager of the few people who took shifts to man the guard post at the entrance of the gated community Cherry Hills.
Marcus was also a former marine, knew his job well, and took it very seriously. Shuichi liked Marcus.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Tsukiyono.” Marcus greeted politely. Another benefit to the man was that he knew every one who lived in Cherry Hills as well as all of their regular guests. Anyone who was going to have people over who did not regularly visit, was advised to give notic to the guard a the gate. Especially since Marcus insisted all of the guards known each person as well as he did.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Long.” Shuichi said. It had taken him a moment longer than it might have normally, to recognize the name as his own. The transition in name had been easiest for Mamoru, since the boy had been quite small when they had moved to the states. Shuichi still, occasionally, tended to forget. He had never slipped up and mentioned his real name, but every now and then he would tune it out when others used it.
Marcus seemed to notice as he said, “Did everything go well at your meeting today, sir?”
Yes, Marcus kept well-informed on his charges. “The meeting did, yes. There was some heavy traffic on the way here, though,” Shuichi took a moment to decide whether he should mention his nephew to Marcus. “Actually, I thought I saw someone I knew today. My brother’s eldest son.”
Marcus’s eyes darkened slightly and his face went serious. “I’ll keep an eye out sir. Would you like me to speak with Mr. Crawford?”
A simple-enough sounding question. Few people would recognize it as asking if he should increase security.
“I’ll have him come speak with you later tonight.” Schuichi said. “I’m sure I don’t have to ask you to be discreet.”
“Not at all. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Tsukiyono.” Marcus gave his usual smile and waved Shuichi through the gate, closing it up behind him.
Shuichi felt a sort of nagging fear coil in the pit of his stomach and it did not dissipate until he entered his house and found Erika and Mamoru waiting for him in the living room. Mamoru had been old enough when she died to remember his real mother, but he had become attached to Erika quickly and treated her as his mother. It made Erika happy and Shuichi was grateful to his son for it. They had been sitting on the couch when he entered the room but both stood when they saw him.
“You’re home in plenty of time, good.” Erika said, smiling a bit. “I was afraid you would get home five minutes before it was too late!”
“Hi dad.” Mamoru said.
“Omi, you did give the Fujimiya’s my invitation?” He knew the boy had. Mamoru was not a forgetful boy.
“Of course. Mr. Fujimiya should call here soon.” Mamoru said. Shuichi was once again rather amazed by how well Mamoru had adjusted to his new name and life. He did not seem to miss Japan at all. He hadtaken to his new name easily, as though it was a nickname or one he preferred to be called like other teens might have. There were few things that Mamoru was able to do or have that made him like normal boys his age.
“Good, thank you.” Shuichi said, giving his son a smile and a pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go hang out with your friends for a while? Dinner’ll be a few hours yet.”
“Sure, okay.” Mamoru said. He left and headed in the direction of the stairs.
“You do know why he runs off so quickly like that?” Erika asked once the boy was out of earshot.
“He’s sixteen, Erika.” Shuichi smiled. “Normal sixteen-year-olds are already dating.”
“He’s not a normal sixteen-year-old.” Erika pointed out. “Besides, they aren’t really dating.”
“They’re safer here, anyway. They care for each other,”
“Well, Shuichi, you are a very understanding father.” Erika said, leaning on his chest to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Hm, maybe I’m just trying to make it up to him, this disruption of life he’s had to deal with.” Shuichi speculated aloud, letting his arm drift about his wife’s slender waist as he pressed a kiss on the top of her scarlet head. “Well, I’ll leave the depressing details for later. What’s for dinner?”

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Omi hurried up the main staircase and down the hall where the “guest” bedrooms were. He stopped before the second door on the right and knocked. It was only a moment before a boy, only a few inches shorter than himself, answered. A sparkled shone in the deep blue eyes when he stepped asid.
“Omi, I thought your dad would have had you keeping busy until the dinner.” he said.
“He said to go hang out.” Omi smile at the dark-haired boy. “And, after all, we haven’t really had a chance to be alone for a while, Nagi. Or are you complaining?”
“No, we haven’t.” Nagi agreed, giving the blond boy a small smile. “And of course I’m not complaining.”
“Good.” Omi said, wrapping his arms around Nagi’s neck and pressing against the other boy. “Because I’ve missed you.”
“We did see each other at school,” Nagi wrapped his own arms around Omi’s waist as he teased a bit. It made Omi smile. The quiet boy never used to do this. “And we did walk home together.”
“You know what I mean.” Omi said softly, brushing his lips against Nagi’s.
Nagi pressed back, opening his mouth and running his tongue across Omi’s lower lip. Omi opened his mouth, allowing the smaller boy to deepen the kiss. When the kiss finally broke it was Nagi who spoke. “How long do we have?”
“A few hours.” Omi said, a sultry sort of smile on his face. Nagi pressed his lips to Omi’s once again and began maneuvering him back toward the bed.
Nagi slid his hand up under Omi’s shirt, tugging until Omi lifted his arms to allow him to remove it. During the brief loss of contact, Nagi removed his own shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Omi pushed his hands away, finished opening the pants, and pushed them down his lover’s hips and legs. Nagi stepped out of them, putting his hands on Omi’s shoulders to bring him up again.
“Want you,” Nagi said, resuming their kiss as he worked at Omi’s own pants. “Now.” Nagi shifted his attention downward, kissing and licking down Omi jaw to his neck and collar bones as he unfastened the leather belt and unzipped the blond’s slacks, letting them fall to the floor.
“So ... mmm ...eager tonight ...” Omi said, interrupted by the wonderful sensations Nagi was creating against his chest.
“Been ... too long.” Nagi answered, moving back up to Omi’s face and planting a quick kiss on his lips before shifting his hands down to remove the older boy’s boxers. “I’m nearly sixteen,” Another kiss and the boxers slipped over his hips. “Raging hormones and all?” Another kiss, and the boxers were on the floor. Omi was well on his way to being fully hard. He was good-sized and, in Nagi’s opinion, the most beautiful naked thing he had ever seen.
Nagi’s dark blue eyes shone as he guided Omi back onto the bed. He paused to remove his own boxers, revealing that he was good-sized and very attractive as well, before climbing on top of his lover. Omi, now just as fully hard as the other boy, pulled Nagi’s face to his, capturing his lips in another kiss as he dug under the pillow for the tube of lubricant he knew was there. When he found it he pressed it into Nagi’s hand by entwining their fingers and broke the kiss.
“Please,” He whispered against Nagi’s lips, spreading his legs further on either side of the brunet’s hips.
Nagi nodded a very small nod and took the tube, spreading some of the gel over his fingers before slipping them inside Omi. He began with one finger, moving it in and out and very lightly brushing the blond’s prostate once. He added another, scissoring them and finding Omi’s prostate more surely this time, brushing it intentionally. After a short while Omi was squirming and bucking his hips, trying to take the fingers deeper.
Finally, when he was fairly certain that Omi was well-prepared, he removed his fingers, picking up the tube again. He spread the gel over himself and used his gelled hand to guide himself to Omi’s entrance. Omi moaned softly as Nagi pressed the head of his cock against his opening, then gasped as the brunet began to slowly push inside. Omi did his best to relax his muscles but it was always a challenge.
Finally Nagi was in nearly as deep as he could go and he gave a little shudder of pleasure. He began the rhythmic thrusting Omi had been ready to beg for as Omi reached up a hand to pump his own cock. They had been having sex for a few months but neither had yet built up the stamina or coordination for anything fancy. Neither lasted very long. Nagi came first, shaking a little as he pulled out of his lover, as gently as he could. He reached over and wrapped his own hand around Omi’s and helped to bring his lover to orgasm as well.
Nagi leaned over to his night stand and pulled a few tissues from the box there to clean them both up. Then he pulled Omi close to him, both of them laying on their sides and facing each other. He pressed his forehead against Omi’s, his arms wrapped around Omi’s waist, Omi’s resting on Nagi’s hip and against his chest. Omi smiled at him.
“Think we can get out of going to that dinner?” Omi asked, half-jokingly.
“No.” Nagi answered. He knew they could not.
“Oh well.” Omi sighed, then regained that sort of evil glint in his ocean blue eyes. “At least I get to see you in a suit. You look sexy in a tie.”
Nagi actually laughed at that.

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Ran’s father’s car was a classy, black sedan with special seats. It was not a limousine but the seats in the back were designed similarly. Ran hated them. He hated sitting across from his father, knowing the man was looking at him like that. It was not so much that his father disapproved of him, but he was clearly confused by him. And that seemed to irritate the man.
Ran’s father was a traditional man, although he tried to allow room for his children to be their own people. He simply could not comprehend the person that was Ran Fujimiya. Ran had blood red hair and would not dye it a more traditional color. He had violet eyes and would not wear contacts to make them seem more normal. His skin was very, very pale and he tried to stay out of the sun–mostly to keep from burning–rather than try to tan. He liked books and did not go out on dates. The only thing his father seemed to understand was that he was a hard worker at his weekend job. He worked as a waiter in a classy restaurant every other weekend and on holiday breaks from school. But his father would have given him a job at his bank if he had asked. Ran knew that, his father knew it, but Ran had never asked and never said anything about it. His father did not either, but it was evident that he did not know why.
Ran had yet to tell his father that he was gay. Perhaps he would get up the courage eventually, like before he moved out or when Hell froze over ... That was one thing Ran was sure his father would not approve of. Aya seemed to agree, and wanted to protect her brother. She had said nothing, and even covered for him once when some well-meaning maid had found a yaoi manga in Ran’s room. She had said it was hers, given to her by a friend, and that Ran had taken it away, telling her it was not something she should look at.
Their father had agreed, praised Ran and told Aya he hoped never to hear about anything like this again. Brother and sister had promised he wouldn’t and he had not. Mostly because Ran now borrowed the books only from Omi, and never took them home. Omi’s father was more understanding than Ran’s. He knew perfectly well that Omi was sleeping with his guard and friend, Nagi. Although, Ran thought, Omi only knew that his father thought they were dating.
Finally the car stopped and his father got out. Aya was next and finally Ran. They approached the Tuskiyono front door and knocked. Something told him that this would be an unpleasant evening.

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