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This was written as a challenge fic for The Dusty Moth, so it's a little bit silly (ok, it's really silly and OOC, but deal with it).  Enjoy!

One Wild Night

Chapter 1 : Morning

Omi woke to the smell of something burning, the deep scent of smoke filling his lungs. *Not today...* he thought, and pulled the blankets over his head, trying to escape from the smell. He rolled over and shot a quick glance at the clock. *6am...Who would be cooking at 6am? * Normally this question would have taken a lot of thought, had it not been for the smoke. Only one person in the apartment could create such a large amount of smoke every time he stepped into the kitchen. Omi rolled out of bed and crawled towards the stairs, stopping briefly to put on a white t-shirt over his blue plaid boxers.

"I'm gonna kill’m"

Omi looked up from the floor to see Yohji leaning again his door frame, the same look of annoyance plastered to his face. He drew in a deep breath as he observed his friend. The red silk pajama pants hung loosely around his hips, covering everything, but leaving nothing to the imagination. His eyes slowly passed over the perfectly toned stomach and the beautifully tanned chest that connected to Yohji’s broad shoulders. It wasn't until his gaze met the emerald green orbs that he realized Yohji was staring at him, a small smirk on his lips. *Now would be a good time to get up off your hands and knees * Omi thought as he jumped to his feet, his cheeks burning red.

"Ohayou, Omittchi."

"O-Ohayou, Yohji-kun." Omi stuttered, trying to regain his composure.

Yohji’s hand moved up to rest on Omi’s shoulder, the touch making his hair stand on end. He felt Yohji’s breath against his ear as he whispered into it.

"Happy Birthday"

Omi thought he'd melt as Yohji issued a low chuckle and ruffled the short blond hair.

"Come on... Let’s see what Kenken’s burning."
Ken looked up as Yohji and Omi entered the room, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Happy 18th Birthday, Omi-kun. I thought I would make you breakfast."

Omi and Yohji looked around the kitchen to survey the damage. Flour was EVERYWHERE. That meant that Ken must have tried to make pancakes. From the looks of it, he had gotten more flour in his hair than in the batter. Luckily, the fire had been put out, the only evidence being the pile of dark black disks next to the stove. *Those must be the pancakes. * Yohji stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"If you're going to make faces, then you don't get any," Ken snapped.

"Fine with me," Yohji smiled.

Omi reluctantly took a seat at the table, dreading what else Ken might have in store for him. To his surprise, Ken set a pile of beautiful golden pancakes down in front of him.

"I didn't burn the first batch," Ken said happily, joining his friend at the table with his own pile of food.

"Arigato, Ken-kun."

Omi eyed the other plate on the table. *What is that? * He poked his fork at the unidentifiable food.

"Umm... Ken-kun, what is this?"

"Sausage. Why... is something wrong with it?"

"Well... Umm... It’s kinda under-cooked."

[1] "What... is it still moving?" Yohji asked as he poured his cup of coffee and came to join them at the table. "you're supposed to kill it before you cook it, Ken-kun."

Ken glared at Yohji. *I'm not ever gonna fix breakfast for you * he thought.

"What is all the noise for?"

Aya stood at the bottom of the stairs in a pair of black pajama pants and a white t-shirt. While the look on his face was nothing near happy, at least it wasn't the ice cold one he used to wear. That one had dissolved after his sister had awoken and Takatori had been killed.

"Ken-kun fixed me breakfast, Aya-kun."

"Ah." Aya rolled his eyes. Ken should not be allowed near the kitchen.

"Well, Omittchi, what time should we go pick Nagi up?"

After the death of Takatori, Schwarz had no longer become a threat. Eventually, the two groups had become friends, mainly Schu and Nagi. Farfello still made everyone uneasy, mainly because he was a psychopath, and Crawford, well, he just acted like he had a stick up his ass all the time. Yohji had agreed to take the two boys shopping before the party tonight, since he was the one with the car and the best fashion sense. Aya and Ken would stay behind to set up for the party.

"I'll have to wait till he wakes up to ask him, Yohji-kun. Most people aren't awake at 6am on a Saturday morning."

"Which is why I'm going back to bed, Omittchi. I want to be fully awake for tonight. We have big plans for you."

Yohji grinned slyly and winked before returning to his upstairs room. Ken and Aya exchanged sideways glances as a slight blush graced Omi’s cheeks.

"I think I'll go take a shower," said Omi as he finished his breakfast. *A nice cold one. *

Omi scurried up the stairs, leaving Ken and Aya alone in the kitchen.

"How do you think he'll take this, Aya-kun?"

"Hm... Is he really that innocent?"

Ken thought on this. Omi blushed at everything. Every hit, every suggestion, every mention of sex made Omi blush. There was no possible way that he could be acting. He would have noticed it. He knew Omi better than anyone, save Yohji. Omi and Yohji. Now there was a problem. Ken knew that Omi liked Yohji, but he wasn't really sure what he would do when Yohji expressed those feelings back. He knew that it was a "when" and not an "if." Yohji would not touch the boy before today, strictly believing that Omi had to be 18 before he could try anything. But now, all bets were off. There would be nothing to stop Yohji. Ken remembered the original question.

"Yes, I think he is, actually. But I don't think that the relationships will scare him."

"How much does he know?"

Another good question. They had all tiptoed around Omi, not quite sure what he would think of his friends. The problem was that tonight they would all be drinking, and drinking with this group usually led to other things.

"Not a clue."

"Hm." (Aya was being talkative today.)

"We should probably go talk to Yohji before Omi gets out of the shower. We need to know the plan for the day. Plus, I need to make sure I understand this game he wants to play with the Chinese checker board."

*What game? * Aya thought nervously. Yohji could always think up the weirdest things and most of them seemed to be sexual. He could only imagine what Yohji had planned for what would normally be a simple game of Chinese checkers.

Aya followed Ken up to Yohji’s room. There was a brief pause after Ken knocked on the door and then the muffled reply from the inside. As Ken opened the door and stepped inside, they could see Yohji, sprawled out on his bed, the covers strewn in every direction. Ken turned a bright shade of red as he tried to kick his clothes from the day before under Yohji’s bed without Aya noticing. Aya observed, but decided not to comment. It would be too easy for Ken to shoot something similar right back at him.

"What’s the plan?" Aya said, more of a command than a question. He was always one to get right to the point.

"Let’s see... I take Omi and Nagi shopping for something to go clubbing in. I get back, we all meet at 7pm for presents and pizza. Then we hit the clubs."

"And when is this little game of yours, Yohji-kun?"

Yohji smiled evilly at Ken’s question.

"Right before we leave to go clubbing..."

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