Want Me

Want Me
By: Lady Jade

Weiss Kreuz. I do not own it. Wish I did though, because the boys would be wearing a whole lot of nothing a whole lot more often. Please don’t sue me. I’m just borrowing. I promise to dust the boys off and put them back unharmed. *mostly*. That much aside, this is a Yaoi fan fiction. Don’t know what Yaoi is? Then SWEET JESUS, hit the back button NOW and find the nearest anime web site and look up the definition. Lol. Ok. Last warning. Boy’s having sex with boys. Don’t like, don’t read. This is a NC17 Fiction. There will be a 3 some towards the end. Second warning: No kids, innocents or people with heart conditions. This is a Y x O, AxOxY in that order. Maybe someday, I will write another chapter and throw Ken into the mix. *uh oh* Heh. Anyways.

A/N: Warning. Threesome ahead! That is all. You may resume throwing things at your monitor.
-Watari’s girl


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“Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod…” Omi simpered as he clung to Yohji’s chest.
“Hush kitten, hush, don’t cry…I know you’re a little embarrassed, it’s going to be ok though.” Yohji soothed as he let his fingers
“How?” Omi asked.
Yohji simply captured Omi’s mouth with his, letting his fingers caress the sweat and tear damped strawberry blonde strands off of his lovers face. He broke away, but not before letting his lips caress Omi’s forehead in a delicate kiss.
“Because beautiful, I am going to move now, and you are going to forget all about how tough this has been.” Yohji stated as he dropped his mouth back to Omi’s, claiming it in a hard kiss. He pulled his hips back, nearly hissing aloud at how hot and tight Omi was, and then slid back in. Omi cried out into his mouth; but Yohji swallowed the whimper of pain and let his hands caress the perfect, silky smooth chest under his fingertips. He pulled out again, this time making a circular motion with his hips, and then pushing back in the same way until he found that spot inside Omi. This time, Omi’s cry of pain was fainter, and more tinged with need. When he found it again, he felt Omi relax into him and bring his legs up a slightly higher, letting Yohji in a little deeper. He let the smaller assassin up for breath then, sure that the worst had passed. He thrust slightly harder then, despite his best efforts. He was trying to be gentle, but Omi felt so amazing underneath him.
“Yohji?” Omi gasped.
“Kitten?” He whispered as he closed his eyes and let his head arch back.
“Can you…a little harder? I t wat want to be able to think!” Aquamarine eyes met surprised sea gray. “Please Yohji.”
“I imagine I can manage that beaut.” Y.” Yohji replied as he let his hands drift down to Omi’s hips. Yohji shoved him then, further off the pillow until just his butt was resting on it, using the angle of the cushion to tilt the smaller assassins hips up, he pulled out and thrust back in hard enough to make Omi grunt.
“Better…More!” Omi encouraged, his voice quavering tremulously.
Yohji let himself pick up the pace and fall into a more familiar rhythm. He was not thrusting as hard as he could, he didn’t want to make Omi bleed; but the pace was much better. Omi’s tight entrance stroked his erection over and over again, and was making him see stars.
“ Yohji, Yohji, so good! Please…ahhh…god!”
Omi was mewling again, but it was so quiet that Yohji had to rest his cheek on the smaller assassin’s shoulder to hear the breathily gasped words. Yohji was hitting that spot for Omi, over and over again. He knew the smaller assassin was close after ten solid minutes of it. He was beginning to squirm under Yohji, his breath coming in tiny gasps, his hands coming up to tighten over Yohji’s arms. Yohji was praying for Omi to come so that he could release, He had been so patient and gone so slow, and now he felt like he might scream. He heard Omi hiccup and shudder, and then fall back into panting breaths again.
“Omi?” Yohji whispered. His mind was fogged with sex, but he knew something was wrong. “Omi, it’s alright to come beautiful.”
“I…” Omi panted. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Yohji asked, slowing his pace enough that he could think a little better. He bent to press a kiss to his little kitten’s lips.
“I don’t know.” Omi whimpered.
“I’ll bet you do.” Yohji whispered soothingly.
“I don’t want to make allot of noise.” Omi simpered.
“At this point, do you think it matters if you do? If nothing else, it will just make Aya feel stupid. But that’s just my take on it.” Yohji gave himself three brownie points for still being able to think.
“But Yohji.” Omi whimpered.
“Just let it happen kitten, what happens happens.” Yohji cooed as he let a free hand fall to capture Omi’s erection, trapped between their bodies. He began to pump it insistently as he thrust himself into Omi harder and harder, feeling his head brush over and over into his kitten’s pleasure spot, and letting his lips caress Omi’s sweat soaked brow.
“ for for me little kitten. I want to hear you.”
Omi was panting, his hands scrabbling for some sort of purchase, and finding one in Yohji’s shoulder blades.
“Nhhh. Hmmmm. Yohji. Cant!”
“Can too!” Yohji whispered reassuringly.
“It…” Omi began to hiccup. Yohji thrust harder. He was so close, Omi was so close. He just had to hold on. Yohji watched Omi’s pupils narrow to near pinpoints, felt the smaller assassins hands close like steel over his shoulder. He heard Omi gasp twice more and hiccup, then, tilt his head back and scream. Yohji blinked at the cry, and then let his head fall back, and he himself joined Omi’s howl as the younger Weiss member’s passage clenched down around him like steel and pulled him over the edge. He spilled out hot inside that tremendous, crushing heat. He heard Omi whimper with each pulse. Omi was still tense underneath him when he pulled out. He used his last bit of common sense for the night as he completely collapsed to the side of the smaller assassin and waited for the haze behind his eyes to clear.


~*~
Aya jumped at the first nerve-rattling cry from Omi filtered downstairs. He reflexively buried himself under Ken who had been dozing on the couch when Yohji screamed.
“Don’t want to HEAR it.” Aya groaned as he realized that Ken was A. Awake. And B. Staring at him like he had grown horns.
“So…uh…” Ken tried for conversation to ease Aya’s embarrassment at his sudden action. It was failing.
“So uh…” he tried again. “What did Yohji say that made you leave?”
Aya sighed as a blush spread up his cheeks.
“He said that he had just taken Omi’s virginity.”
“Oh.” Ken stated calmly, just before having another nosebleed.
~*~

“Beautiful?” Are you alright?” Yohji whispered over the sound of Omi’s gradually slowing, frantic breathing.
The smaller assassin just swallowed and nodded.
“Beautiful?” Yohji asked.
Omi turned to him, his eyes filled with tears.
“It was…it was…”
“It was what beautiful…?
“It was so much more than I thought it would be.” Omi whispered as he rolled into Yohji’s outstretched arms.
“Good or bad?” Yohji whispered, his stomach in a knot of worry.
“Good. It was good. Just so much more intimate than I thought it would be.”
“It could be anything else?” Yohji asked gently.
Omi just laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t feel any different really, Yohji, am I supposed to?”
The taller assassin laughed.
“No. I don’t really think anyone ever does.”
Omi nodded.
“But Yohji, I do feel one thing.”
The older assassin leaned forward, concern in his gray eyes.
“I feel wanted. Accepted. Thank you.”
Yohji smiled slowly, then bent to place a tender kiss on Omi’s cheek.
“Never doubt that you are loved and wanted kitten. Even Aya loves you, and that’s saying something.”
“I love Aya too Yohji, but he can’t even stand to be around me!”
“Don’t worry beautiful, I’ve even been with him a few times, and he still won’t acknowledge me.” Yohji whispered, his expression suddenly cheerless.
“Don’t be sad.” Omi pleaded. “I love you Yohji Kun.”
“I know you do little kitten, I know you do.”
“Yohji?” Omi asked as he yawed so big his jaw cracked.
“Kitten?”
“Is it ok is I sleep next to you tonight? I don’t want to have bad dreams, just for this once?” Yohji laughed.
“You are welcome in my bed anytime beautiful, for anything. I don’t mind at all.”
“Your sure?”
Yohji nodded as he cuddled Omi up under his chin.
“Sleepy beautiful?”
“Mhhh. Yeah.” Omi rasped, just before his breathing evened out into contented sleep.
“That was fast.” Yohji whispered.

~*~

“That’s because.” Aya’s mellow voice cut through the room. “He has hardly slept in months, bad dreams, I hear him screaming in his sleep.”
Yohji’s mouth was instantly dry, and he suddenly wished he could be sleeping as peacefully and safely as Omi was.
“Aya, what are you doing here!?”
The red head watched Yohji’s pose go from calm and comfortable, to protective and tense in moments. He curled his arms a little tighter around Omi, and pushed himself up a little straighter on his elbow.
“I wanted to check on Omi.” Aya stated icily.
“You ARE jealous Aya, I don’t believe it.” Yohji stated.
“I am not jealous.” Aya growled, then glared. That glare. You know the one.
Aya loomed over Yohji, taking advantage of the fact that the taller assassin would not dare disturb Omi’s sleep to sit up a little straighter and use his greater height to his advantage.
“Why do you care Aya, really? You never said you loved me, that you cared, or that you wanted to be with Omi. What am I, supposed to be psychic? Schwarz has all those cats in one bag, and I’m not one of them. So enlighten me.” Yohji snapped.
“I am NOT jealous.” Aya repeated, much more vehemently.
Omi whimpered in his sleep and rolled over onto Yohji until his hand was resting on the assassin’s shoulder.
“What happened to his wrist.”? Aya demanded as he eyed the swelling and bruising limb.
If Yohji had not known Aya so well, he would have thought he was changing the subject.
“He did it when he was mad at you.” Yohji said.
“He what?” Aya actually sounded mildly surprised, his eyes narrowing into, the best Yohji could tell, a look of sulky guilt.
“I don’t know exactly what he did, but it looks like he punched the hell out of something.”
“I didn’t know.” Aya whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed. His body language said ‘I want out of this room.’ To Yohji, but his eyes were shyly skirting Omi’s outline, resting on his injured wrist, but not necessarily staying. Yohji just sat and watched, waiting. Something was brewing in Aya’s pretty little head, and far be it from him to interfere. Omi shifted simpsimpered in his sleep again, and the blanket fell from his shoulders, exposing bare back, and the scars that disgraced the marble perfection.
Aya chewed on his lip, suddenly looking pained.
“You really think Yohji, that I do not care for you or Omi?” Aya asked.
The blonde looked away, unable to meet the sudden pain in the red head’s violet gaze; and then nodded.
“You act it if nothing else… And Omi, Omi loves you so! Aya, he would have fucked just anybody so he didn’t have to think about you not wanting him. He was upset, thinking that he was inadequate... He came to me, and I could not turn him down. At least I care about him, you know, more than a stranger would.” Yohji stated, looked troubled and then bent to press a worried kiss to Omi’s pale brow. He and Aya both were surprised to see Omi’s restless shifting stop, and saw him press closer to Yohji, falling into deeper and more contented doze.
“One kiss Aya, one or two words of kindness. That’s all Omi and I ever really needed. It’s the one thing you won’t give. We both know you can, and maybe…that’s why it hurts so much?” Yohji whispered as he nuzzled into Omi’s hair.
“You should be this close Aya. He smells like honey, and fresh cut grass. He and Ken played soccer tonight…”
Yohji’s eyes blurred with sad tears.
“Yohji.” Aya whispered. “I…I am sorry, I never meant for you to hurt either of you. I’m just not very good at expressing…that…”
Aya went to stand and leave, but Yohji was faster. The lanky assassin snagged Aya’s hand and pulled him back down to the bed.
“No, Aya. Don’t go.”
“I’ve hurt you both enough.” Aya stated.
“Aya, I didn’t sleep with Omi to make you jealous, I did it because I love him. Can’t you love him, love us, both?”
“Both?” Aya squeaked.
Yohji smiled at Aya’s nervousness. He didn’t ever recall seeing the red head so flustered.
“Make it up to me, make it up to Omi. Please stay.”
“I…Yohji, I can’t… I…”
“Just touch him Aya. See what I see.”
“I.”
Yohji gently guided Aya’s hand towards Omi’s scarred back. Aya fought back a bit at first, trying to pull his hand away, but then his eyes focused on Omi’s sleeping face. Yohji watched the Weiss leader’s eyes follow every moonlit contour, every strand of sweat slicked strawberry hair that clung to his forehead. And while he was distracted, Yohji pushed his hand to meet skin. Aya gasped, but Yohji pressed his hand tighter to the smaller Weiss kittens back until the red head stilled his struggles for fear of waking the youngest team member.
“Yohji.” Aya hissed.
“Just feel. He’s like silk, so soft. Even the scars.” Yohji stated as he guided his leaders fingertips into a caress. Aya looked cross for a moment, but it really just seemed to be a last ditch protest. Those hard violet eyes were softening around the edges. Aya let Yohji guide his hand, even as he bent forward to nuzzle into the soft hair, just where Yohji had.
“You are right Yohji, he does smell good.” Aya whispered as he turned to meet gray eyes, glazed over with unshed tears.
“If you cannot love us both Aya, please, please love Omi, I will never touch you again, and Omi can be all yours. But do it as a favor for me.”
Aya blinked and then sighed.
“Oh Yohji, you would sacrifice so much, happiness, your heart, for any of us, wouldn’t you. You… I love you. I love that deep down, beneath it all, you just really love. Your not a playboy, because you give a piece of yourself to everyone you are ever with. I…I have a piece of you, and I keep it close to my heart, because it brightens those long nights…when I am alone.” Aya whispered as he used his free hand to wipe away Yohji’s tears.
“Did you hear yourself Aya?” Yohji whispered in disbelief.
“Yes. Unfortunatley.” Aya sulked, but it looked like a relieved sulk.
“Aya. I love you.” Yohji whispered, as more tears filled his eyes.
“I…I love you too Yohji, please, its hard for me to say…so do not forget it. I love you.” Aya breathed.
“Lie next to me, for a little while Aya?”
“Yes.” Aya simply stated. Yohji let go of his hand, freeing it from Omi’s skin, but he watched in astonishment as the fingertips made one last caress of their own before he removed them.
The red head crawled up onto the bed like a lazy cat, all feline grace and speed. He settled, letting one arm drape around Yohji and Omi, the other he used to prop himself up so that he could see both of his charges. He studied Omi for a moment longer than Yohji.
“Did you hurt him much?” Aya asked, his voice full of worry.
“Me?” Yohji asked stupidly as he waited for his emotion jarred brain could catch up with the question. “Oh.” He whispered as understanding dawned. “I don’t think so. Not too much. I was gentle.”
Aya nodded.
“The way he was screaming, I…I’m glad it was you Yohji. I wouldn’t have been able to touch him after that, I cannot bear him hurting, it…”
“It was not so bad. It was only that once, and a little some other times, but I did not hurt him. Not really. I did not like it that he hurt either, but, sometimes, you just have to bear it.”
“Yes.” Aya whispered. “I guess.” The leader of Weiss settled down into a moment of quiet thought, and let his fingers help him in it. He let one fingertip caress Omi’s bangs out of his eyes, and then move to the sleek and pale curve of the younger Weiss’s throat. He paused mid touch, his eyes suddenly wide with realization. He rested his cheek on Yohji’s ribs and craned his neck to make eye contact with the lanky blonde. Yohji blinked at him, startled. Aya was glad he wasn’t just surprising himself tonight.
“Is it possible to love two people Yohji? Truly love them?”
The blonde thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes. I love three. You, Omi, and Ken. I love you with all of my heart, you are my teammates, soul mates, you are the extensions of me. Without you…any of you…I think I would be very lost.”
Aya was silent for a moment, then left off stroking Omi’s cheek to run his fingers through Yohji’s silky hair.
“Yohji…so beautiful.” Aya whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of Yohji’s arm, the only place he could really reach from his position.
Yohji sighed. Aya reached across Yohji’s hip, letting his fingers wander lower until they brushed…
“!” Yohji gasped as he arched away and into the touch at the same time, and bumped Omi, who slid off the bed with a small cry of despair, only waking fast enough to know that he was falling. The bed was NOT designed for three people.
“Ommph.” Omi wheezed as the fall knocked the air out of him.
Yohji and Aya shared a guilty glance, and then the lanky blonde assassin scooted over to the edge of the bed.
“Omi, are you alright?” Yohji whispered.
“I’m ok.” Omi whimpered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Omi whispered, suddenly embarrassed. He squinted his eyes shut so that he didn’t have to see the look he was pretty sure the older assassin had to be giving him. How stupid to fall out of bed.
Omi crawled back into bed next to Yohji and rolled over onto his back. He was feeling a little less rattled, but he was naked, and it was cold now that he had nothing to wrap up in. If he just didn’t look at Yohji, he wouldn’t feel so dim-witted…
“Yohji, can I have some blankets?” Omi whispered as he relinquished at last and opened his eyes, only to stare up into deep violet orbs framed by disarrayed red hair, looking intently over Yohji’s shoulder.
Omi was silent for a moment, his pupils dilated in terror, his breath coming in short little gasps.
“Yohji?” Omi asked as the taller assassin’s arm snaked across his stomach in a calming gesture, anticipating the panic attack that was about to occur. “Yohji, what is Aya kun doing here?”
Aya had still yet to blink or look away. Those amazing blue eyes held him captivated, all the anxiety, worry and rejection easily rolled into one look that made Aya’s stomach knot with guilt.
“He wants to talk to you.” Yohji whispered calmingly.
Omi rocketed out from under Yohji’s arm at a very impressive rate. He had one foot on the floor and was already halfway standing; when Yohji leapt, wrapping both arms around the smaller Weiss kitten and pulling him back to the bed. Omi still struggled wordlessly until Yohji had to push him onto all fours and ride him down.
“Kitten, kitten, beautiful, it’s alright.”
“I…I can’t…I’m NAKED Yohji …can’t he’ll kill you.” Omi pleaded as he tried to cover his nakedness with the loose edge of a sheet. Aya was on his hands and knees in front of the terrified Omi. Yohji had let him up off his stomach and back onto all fours, but he was still hanging his head and struggling a little.
“Kitten, kitten, Aya’s not angry.” The blonde assassin comforted.
Slowly, Yohji’s pleading’s filtered through to the stressed Weiss kitten.
“There.” Yohji soothed. “There, that’s better. Its all ok Omi, no ones angry with you.”
Aya had to swallow hard as he looked at the two. Both were completely naked. Both were dead sexy. The way Yohji was covering Omi’s back, the way the smallest member of Weiss leaned back into the sanctuary of those powerful arms. Aya’s throat was dry with desire as he watched a lock of Yohji’s hair spill down his back in waves of pure sweat drenched gold. Omi was still looking at him fearfully, he was still breathing in gasps. Aya wanted to touch those lips, so full and soft. He could not stop the hand that reached out, wrapping soothing fingers around that delicate chin. He wanted to heal the hurt he had made, protect and claim Omi as he had Yohji.
“Omi.” Aya whispered. The smaller assassin’s name came out more like a question than a demand.
“Aya kun…I’m sorry.” Omi whispered.
The lean assassin shook his head.
“Don’t be.” And then he could not stop that second in time, the time when his lips fell to Omi’s, when he swallowed that delicate protest; when he tasted the sweetness of Omi’s kisses and Yohji’s rolled into one. When he let his tongue simply smooth across that full bottom lip, tasting tears, and sweat and the salty sweet tang of Omi’s seed. Yohji must have kissed him after taking him in his mouth. Aya nearly moaned aloud at the thought. He felt strong hands grasping his own, helping them tangle in the feather softness of Omi’s hair. Has to be Yohji. Omi’s arms were trembling weakly as Aya pulled back, letting the smaller assassin breathe.
“Aya kun?” Omi gasped quietly.
Aya leaned forward, letting his lips shim Omi’s ear.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his breath a hot and seductive rush against Omi’s cool skin. “I’m sorry Omi…I did not know how much I meant to you, how much you mean to me.”
“Aya kun?!” Omi whispered, his eyes filling up with relieved tears, there was hope and fear to hope rolled into one in those blue oceans.
“I want you both.” Aya purred. “You are mine. Mine to protect, mine to love. You and Yohji both.”
Omi was gasping as Yohji wrapped an arm underneath his chest, hugging the smaller assassin to him, while leaning forward long enough to receive a chaste kiss from Aya. Omi was still shivering, and Yohji leaned down to press an open mouthed kiss to the nape of Omi’s neck tenderly. He had to be sure then though, that Omi understood what was going on. He was careful. It was more in his nature than he let others know.
“Do you want to be with us Omi? Do you want to be with Aya?” Yohji asked.
Omi tilted his head back, arching his neck so that he could stare into those sea gray eyes.
“Yohji?” Omi asked, his voice uneven, his breath coming in quick little gasps.
“It’s alright little kitten. Aya is a considerate lover, he would never hurt you.” Yohji reassured.
“But Yohji kun, I have not even taken a bath yet, and …”
Yohji chuckled, his voice deep with something that promised pleasure.
“I highly doubt it will upset Aya.” Yohji reassured as he let his fingers caress that marble smooth skin, and his nose press into the warm silkiness of the smaller assassin’s hair just next to where Aya’s fingers were still tangled.
“Do you little kitten?” Yohji repeated the question. Omi looked away from Yohji, taking in that pair of patient violet eyes, awaiting his answer. They were both waiting for him. Waiting for his response. And he wanted them both. Loved them both.
“Yes.” Omi whispered. “Yes. I want you both.”
“Will you let me have you then?” Aya asked, his violet eyes filled with tenderness and reassurance.
“Please? Please take me Aya Kun. I love you and I want you inside me.” He saw Aya shiver and close his eyes.
“I do not want to hurt you Omi, ever. Do you not still hurt from Yohji?” Aya asked.
“Not much …please?”
Aya chuckled gently at the urgency in Omi’s eyes.
“Then so be it.” Aya said, an easy smile on his lips.
Yohji backed off of Omi, pushing him gently toward Aya with a little reassuring sound. Omi looked over his shoulder, feeling the loss of Yohji’s touch all the way to his toes.
The look clearly said ‘ what do I do’ and ‘save me.’ The look Aya gave Yohji, whether one tended to believe it or not, was nearly the same.
Yohji looked back at them, stumped. He had planned on simply being a spectator, not interfering, but he realized, looking into two pairs of expectant and nervous eyes that they would be uneasy on their own.
Yohji hesitatingly moved forward again, crouching behind Omi, and then pulled him into a sitting position, his legs a protective v surrounding the smaller assassin. Aya blinked at him as they shared a moment of eye contact and understanding. Aya crawled closer to Omi and Yohji, and then leaned over to kiss the taller assassin. Omi reached up then, stroking both sides of Yohji’s face with his fingertips, letting Aya’s cheek rest against his wrist as his two older team mates dueled for dominance in the age old art. Omi sighed when they broke apart, feeling both of their arousals pressing in on him. For some reason, it was as comforting as it was soothing. He was wanted. And safe. He let his head lean back against Yohji’s now heaving chest with a sigh. He gasped when Yohji’s hands moved to knead the sensitive insides of his thighs, and Aya’s lips descended to his throat, feasting, shimming, and then just above the mark Yohji had left earlier, Aya left his own, making Omi hiccup and writhe.
“Mhhhhh…” Aya growled possessively as he let his tongue and lips dip down to one ivory collarbone. Omi jumped then, his heart in his throat. Would Aya hurt him? He was starting to shiver with anxiety again until Yohji nuzzled behind his ear.
“Won’t hurt you.” The blonde assassin purred soothingly.
Omi understood. Aya was bolder. That was all. Omi let his fingers play across the buttons of Aya’s button down dress shirt. It didn’t seem fair that he could not taste Aya like he tasted him.
“Play fair Aya.” Omi grumbled as he tried to undo the buttons, but failed miserably. Aya’s hands batted Omi’s inept ones away.
“Like this.” Aya stated as he undid the top two buttons and then pulled the dress shirt off over his head.
Yohji laughed at the baffled expression on Omi’s face.
“Crafty, isn’t he.” Yohji muttered.
Omi laughed then. Soft and light. And the mood lifted. If anyone had been anxious, it was gone now. Yohji might have been the courage of the three, but Omi was the heart. His small hands came up and lovingly, carefully, traced the contours of Aya’s bare chest, touching each inch of skin like he would never touch it again. Aya leaned into those innocent touches, moving closer until Yohji did not have to even reach to embrace Aya and Omi both. Yohji and Aya shared a secret smile over the top of Omi’s head. Yohji nodded and reached for the lube. Aya bowed his head until he was eye to eye with Omi; who was crying softly. Neither he nor Yohji had heard the tears start, that was for certain. He had not expected the smaller assassin to cry.
“Omi, do you still want this?” Aya breathed.
“I don’t want this to be only once Aya. I can’t give myself to you and have you never touch me again. It will kill me. Tell me this isn’t the last time you will make love to me, or touch me, and you may have me.” Omi was whimpering.
“Oh.” Aya breathed. He felt Yohji freeze at Omi’s words. Aya could feel the anxiety of both his teammates then. He knew while Omi had voiced it, Yohji was thinking it. Aya pressed his lips to Omi’s forehead reassuringly.
“This will never be the last time, I swear it. I think, I cannot have just one taste of you and be satisfied.”
He smirked up at Yohji; he could feel the older blonde’s non-verbal satisfaction with his answer. He gave Yohji a wink that clearly meant ‘you too baka.’ Yohji burst into a purring laugh of satisfaction, unable to help himself. He saw Aya shiver reflexively at that laugh just before he pulled Omi into a searing, breath stealing kiss. Yohji just watched them for a moment, Omi’s eyes tightly shut, his fingertips now trailing Aya’s hard member through the cotton fabric of his Khakis. He could not look away, he was so intoxicated by the involuntary sounds both Aya and Omi were making, and so he could not resist. He had to taste too. He bent to let his tontraitrail the soft skin behind Omi’s ear. He nibbled further down, then let his hands come to rest again on the skin on the inside of the smaller assassin’s thighs, letting his fingers roam in intricate patterns. Omi groaned in pleasure into Aya’s kiss and bucked his hips against Yohji’s forearms, pleading for more as his fumbling fingers managed to free the top button and zipper of Aya’s pants.
“Some patience if you please!” Aya chided gently as he was forced to move away for a moment and stand, wriggling from his boxers and slacks.
Omi and Yohji were both watching him hungrily, their eyes sweeping the slim, lean build of the swordsman that was standing as easily in the nude as he did fully clothed and ready for battle. Beautiful. Graceful.
Omi finally gave up and whined.
“Aya, god, please don’t make me beg for you. Please!”
“ …Yes…Please?!” Yohji echoed, his gray eyes filled with a tender, burning desire that made Aya gasp involuntarily. The red head moved with surprising speed, Moving back to both his lovers and slid onto his knees in front of Omi. He reached up tangling his fingers in the blonde hair and pulling the young assassin into a searing kiss. When he let him up for air, he could feel him shivering.
“Yohji?” Aya queried up to the lanky blonde. He smiled down at Aya knowingly, and then handed him the small tube he had been warming in his hands.
“Omi, lean back against me.” Yohji ordered as he clasped strong arms around the tiny assassin’s hips.
“Yohji?” Omi asked.
“Just lean kitten, rest your head on my shoulder.”
The smaller blonder smirked nervously up at Yohji as he complied, his aqua gaze meeting Yohji’s sea gray. Yohji palmed the sleek underside of Omi’s legs just a little above his knees, and then simply lifted him. Holding him effortlessly, Yohji captured his lips with his own. Omi let his feet touch the bed to help take some of his weight, but Yohji broke the kiss to murmur that Omi was not heavy.
Omi barked aloud when he felt Aya’s fingers pressed pass his tight ring of muscle. He felt Aya’s lubed fingers slide unnaturally easy because of the wetness that Yohji had left. He thought Aya would be disgusted, but the Weiss leader simply purred approvingly and pressed a third finger inside.
“Oh!” Omi cried, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Shhhh, easy kitten.” Yohji soothed as he held the trembling body tighter to his chest.
Omi’s head tossed fitfully as Aya’s fingers ended their searching, and when they left the smaller assassins body he cried out softly at the loss. Just as Quickly, Aya’s hands were on his hips, and something much larger than Aya’s fingers was pressing at his entrance.
“Ready kitten?” Yohji whispered as he and Aya shared a nod.
“Yes.” Omi whispered, sharp and curt, his eyes closed, his breath coming in tiny gasps, anticipating pain and pleasure.
He gasped involuntarily as Yohji slowly lowered him onto Aya’s erection, strong arms stopping to hold him wherever he was at, whenever he whimpered. It only took a moment, but it seemed forever until Aya’s hands slid up Omi’s sides, and, with a gentle kiss from Yohji, Omi rested fully in Aya’s lap and was relinquished. The smaller blonde’s head was tilted back, his back arched in pleasure, pain, and astonishment. Aya had slid into him so easily, much easier than Yohji had. It was reassuring to know that it did not hurt terribly all the time. He could feel Aya throb inside him, filling him and stretching him. It still burned a little, but he knew that what would come next would take that pain away.
“Omi.” Aya’s voice was strained from both pleasure and desire. “Are you alright?” Dazed aquamarine met pale orchid. Omi nodded, barely perceptibly.
“Kiss me?” Omi asked as he leaned in to capture Aya’s lips, and involuntarily starting the smooth, languid motion that his body seemed to know so well.
Aya’s fingers caressed the smooth skin of Omi’s back as he thrust up to meet every small motion of the smaller blonde’s hips until he broke away for air.
“Aya.” Omi breathed into the silky hair. “What about Yohji.”
“What about him.” A deep and silky voice murmured over Aya’s shoulder. The lanky blonde had moved while Aya was distracted. “Aya?” His voice was a husky question. He was asking Aya for permission. Omi knew that much by his tone, but he did not understand until Aya’s thrust’s slowed, and he was lowered from Aya’s lap to onto his back on the bed.
“Take me Kudou.” It was a growl that any of their targets would have found frightening as hell, but Yohji just laughed because he could see the mischief sparkling in Aya’s eyes.
Yohji winked saucily down at Omi as he rummaged for the forgotten tube of lube and coated his fingers with it. Omi winked back and twined his arms around Aya’s shoulders, providing Yohji with the distraction that he required as Aya continued to press him into the softness of the mattress with the motion of his hips. Omi gasped when Aya inadvertently thrust harder into him. Omi had to close his eyes, he would come to soon, if he continued to watch Yohji preparing Aya, his lips shimming down that lean, pale spine, his tongue flicking out, catlike, to taste a particularly sensitive spot, interesting scar or shadow mark. He felt Aya finally falter and still inside of him, felt those tense arms, corded around his body in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Yohji murmured gentle things and began to move. It was suddenly Yohji setting the pace, and each thrust he made into Aya pushed the Red head deeper into Omi. The pace was not frantic or fast by any means; it was sensual, soothing, exciting and calming in the same breath. The glazed look in Aya’s violet orbs made Omi smile. It was he and Yohji both bringing this beloved man pleasure, and he could feel Yohji’s satisfaction even before the taller blonde arched over Aya’s back to kiss Omi tenderly, then shim Aya’s neck until the red head turned into the proffered kiss. It was like a sudden, slow burn had started, initiated by Yohji’s tender kisses. The pace was picking up, Yohji getting more frantic, Aya moaned as he murmured to Omi, and Omi began to simper, a sound that was monosyllabic and deep in his throat. Aya was stroking that spot inside him that made him see stars, and he was becoming reckless with need. He wrapped his arms tighter around Aya and dragged his heels up the back of Yohji’s thighs in the process, forcing both older assassins to gasp. He couldn’t think anymore. There was just Aya’s violet eyes, the spill of Yohji’s long hair over Aya’s shoulder and pooling like silk onto his chest, the sound of his own ragged breathing, and then, nothing. There was a flash of white behind his eyes, and then no sound, just feeling of relief, love and exhaustion. Aya followed him moments later, coming with a groan, pulsing wetly inside Omi, and clamping down on Yohji, who came with a shuddering howl moments later.
They lay in a tangled heap for a while, blinking, trying to regain their senses. Omi came back to the land of the living first. He let his fingers stroke Aya’s hair, while reflexively rubbing a soothing circle on the back of Yohji’s shoulder from where he lay.
“I love you.” Omi murmured as he placed a shaky kiss to Aya’s sweat drenched bangs.
“And you too.” He murmured to a mostly incoherent and wrung out Yohji.
After a small moment, Yohji regretfully pulled out of Aya and moved up until he could embrace both his lovers. They had just settled into a moment of absolute peace when there was a small sound of disbelief from the doorway.
Ken was standing shakily, leaning against the doorframe, one hand over his heart, the other trying to staunch a nosebleed from hell.
“Umb, guys? Wubt are you doing?”
Aya shook his head sadly.
“Ken, come here, sit with us for a moment?”
Ken blinked at them in disbelief, a haunting uncertainty in his eyes.
“Its alright Ken, we wont bite.” Yohji soothed.
“Hard.” Omi snickered.
“Ken, we need to talk.” Aya stated calmly as the unsteady soccer player shuffled into the room.
Ken just nodded.

*~Finis~*