Relationship

Pairings: Yohji x Ken x Omi


“Onii-chan!”

A clear voice rang out from down the stairs, bringing Aya out of his room. He had been in there for the whole afternoon. After he had left Omi in the storeroom, he had taken a shower, then gone back to his room to do some thinking. Aya did not know what to make of his new relationship with the rest of his teammates. The incident the previous day, that was totally unexpected.

Aya could not believe that he not only let Ken take him, but Omi too. Omi! That boy was more than half a head shorter than him and so much younger, for crying out loud! Yet, he could not bring himself to dislike what happened in the storeroom. He had enjoyed it. Gods, he had been moaning and begging Omi to take him. How could he have subjected himself to such humiliation?

The redhead had stubbornly refused to step out of his room after the whole episode with Omi. Thankfully, the rest of his teammates had not disturbed him. If Yohji had forced him out, he was not sure that he could oppose. Yohji was powerful that way. Aya realized on some level that the reason why the others left him alone was because they knew about what had taken place in the store. Thinking that caused the silent swordsman’s face to tinge a faint pink. Realizing that he needed a distraction, Aya settled on his bed with a book. Now, if only he could concentrate on the words instead of the images of his co-workers floating in front of his eyes.

Aya-chan’s arrival at the Koneko finally left Aya with no choice but to go downstairs to meet her. Dinner was lively, with Aya-chan telling them all about her outing to Mount Fuji with her classmates. She had gotten souvenirs for them, key chains with the likeness of the mountain engraved on them. Omi and Ken were excited and thankful for the gifts, resulting in a significant increase in the noise level. Yohji grinned his thanks over the dinner table while Aya settled for a small smile. Looking at the people seated around the dinner table, Aya’s eyes softened at that image of domesticity. It was as if they were a family. A weird sort of family, but family nonetheless.

After dinner, Yohji, Ken and Omi excused themselves and went upstairs, giving the siblings time together. They knew that Aya would want to spend time with his sister. The three of them ended up going to Yohji’s room.

“Hey Yohji, don’t you think Aya’s a little weird today? He’s been in his room all afternoon, and when he does come out, he refuses to meet our eyes. Is it because of what we did yesterday? Is he angry with us?” Ken was worried that they might have pushed Aya too far.

Yohji only smirked, encircling Omi’s waist with one arm and pulling the smaller boy in, “Well, you’ll have to ask our sweet little Omi here. So, want to tell Ken what you and the kitten did in the store this afternoon?”

A blush made its way slowly across the shorter boy’s face. He looked away from Yohji’s stare and smiled weakly at Ken.

Brown eyes widened as realization dawned on the brunette, “No way! How’d you get him to agree to it? In the midst of a shift too! Damn, Omi, you’re talented! Even Yohji wouldn’t have been able to accomplish that.”

The older blond cleared his throat at that statement, making Ken smile sheepishly. Deciding to let Ken off for the moment, Yohji turned his attention to the other blond in his arm.

“But that was a naughty thing you did, Omi, leaving Ken and me to the mercy of those ruthless girls in the shop while you and the kitten were having such a fun time behind. I’ll have to punish you for that, won’t I?”

Yohji shook his head while wagging one finger at Omi, as if scolding a disobedient little child. Ken smirked at that statement while sapphire spheres widened on a flaming face. Both older men then led the smaller blond to Yohji’s bed, removing articles of clothing on the way. By the time they arrived at their destination, all three florists were naked. Yohji reached for the drawer beside his bed, leaving Ken to pin Omi to the bed and kissing him. The older blond, after rummaging for a moment, withdrew an item from the drawer before closing it shut once more. Turning to the other two, Yohji cleared his throat to gain their attention.

Omi’s eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp when he saw the paddle in Yohji’s hands. He had not been spanked in a long while. Trust Yohji to remember the paddle hidden away at the bottom of his drawer. Surprise was written all over Ken’s face before it was replaced by a devious smile. Oh, it was going to be a fun night.

Yohji advanced towards the smaller blond, who was pinned underneath Ken, with an absolutely wicked smile on his handsome face. He ordered the brunette to lay Omi across his lap, with his bottom propped up for easy access. Ken beamed hungrily, brown orbs sparkling in excitement as he made the smaller blond stretch out face down over his knees.

Ken sat there on the bed with Omi sprawled across his lap, the smaller boy’s whole body shaking in anticipation as Yohji kneaded his firm bottom. Ken extended one finger to run up and down the crevice between two firm cheeks, his touch ghosting across the hidden entrance, causing the younger boy to whine and whimper.

Then suddenly, both Yohji’s hand and Ken’s finger was gone. Omi was about to turn his head to look over his shoulder to see why they had stopped when a sharp crack landed on his bottom, making him cry out in surprise. Yohji had began the spanking. The blows were irregular but light at first, only causing Omi to gasp with each smack. With these light spanks, Yohji covered every inch of that pert bottom. Then they got harder and harder until Omi let out a strangled cry at a particular forceful strike. At that, the spanking paused abruptly as Yohji handed the paddle to Ken. Without warning, Ken struck at the reddened flesh uninhibitedly. Omi could not hold back his cries of pain and pleasure.

His rear was throbbing, quivering in the cold air between each blow. Each powerful smack propelled his body forwards, making him rub his aching member against Ken’s thighs, creating delicious friction. By the time the spanking was over, both Yohji and Ken were covered in a light sheen of sweat, and Omi was whimpering non-stop.

Ken put the paddle aside while Yohji hauled Omi up for a kiss. The older man cupped the shorter boy’s head, lifting it slightly and deepening the kiss. Yohji’s tongue swept into the moist cavern, partaking in the feast that was Omi. The younger blond’s tongue met Yohji’s bravely and both wet appendages engaged in a heated battle which neither could have won.

Behind Omi, Ken lubed up three fingers and brought them between Omi’s cheeks. He gently pushed one digit in, pumping slowly. He added a second then a third finger to stretch the smaller boy, to prepare him for Yohji.

When they broke apart, Yohji lay Omi down on his back on the bed as Ken withdrew his fingers. The brunette handed the tube of lube to Yohji, who coated his erection liberally. He then started to push slowly into Omi. When he was all the way in, he waited for Omi to adjust as Ken prepared himself.

Yohji growled softly as he watched Ken first push one, then two, then three fingers into himself. The brunette’s eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, panting softly as he impaled himself on his own fingers. Once he was prepared enough, the athletic male moved to straddle Omi, his back facing Yohji. Holding the smaller boy’s proud erection, Ken slowly lowered himself on the leaking shaft. Both the brunette and the smaller blond let out a long hiss of satisfaction when Ken was all the way in.

Yohji then started to pull out as Ken lifted himself. When Ken sank down again harshly, Yohji stabbed in forcefully, tearing a long groan from all three assassins. The pace set by Yohji and Ken was neither slow nor gentle. Yohji snuck one hand around Ken’s waist to grip his aching member. Before long, Ken climaxed over Yohji’s hand and Omi’s chest. The sudden tightening of the brunette’s muscles around Omi triggered the younger boy’s climax. Seeing his two lovers come, the lanky blond lost control and released into Omi.

When all three came down from their peaks, Ken lifted himself off of Omi and collapsed next to the boy. Yohji pulled out of the other blond and went for the wet wipes on his drawers. He cleaned his lovers off lovingly before disposing of the stained wipes in the wastepaper basket beside his bed. Seeing that Ken was lying next to Omi and hugging him close, Yohji made to lie on the other side of the blond and threw an arm over his two lovers. Within five minutes, all three florists were fast asleep, contented with the warmth of each other’s bodies.