One Wild Night

Omi was suddenly thrown into a room of darkness, music, and colorful lights. The room seemed to take on a life as it’s own with the bass of the music beating it’s rhythm of life. The first thing the group did was shoot straight to the bar and to start ordering drinks. Before Omi could open his mouth, Yohji handed him a champagne glass filled with a frozen strawberry concoction.

"Drink up. You'll like it."

Omi stared at the drink. It looked harmless enough, but you could never tell. He trusted Yohji, but he didn't want to get smashed and do something stupid. Yohji saw the hesitation in his eyes and put his arm around him.

"Don't worry. You're in good company. What goes on tonight won't be spoken about. Just relax and have fun."

Omi could've melted on the spot. Everything was just making him so nervous, but his friends were being more open with him than they had ever been. He knew what he wanted, but wasn't sure enough of himself to try anything. *What if I am rejected? They would be disgusted that I would even think of such a thing...*

The drink tasted like a strawberry smoothie and was gone in less than a minute, giving Omi a brain freeze that made his head spin.

"Whoa! Slow down, Omittchi, or you're gonna get a head ache. Maybe you should stay away from the frozen drinks. Here try this one."

This time it was a blue concoction in a test tube. Yohji took one for himself and took the shot with Omi. Several more followed before Ken walked up to join them. Yohji leaned over and whispered something in Ken’s ear, receiving a nod in approval. Ken reached over and pressed a small blue marble into his hand.

"Come dance with me."

Omi followed the command as Ken took his arm and guided him onto the dance floor, leaving Yohji at the bar. *Ken wanted to dance with me?! I must have read him wrong. He just wants me to come dance... * And that was how it started out, just dancing. It sounded innocent enough, but after awhile it was obvious that Ken was dancing with him. Rather close, as a matter of fact. And rather seductively, Omi noticed as he felt Ken press up against his back, his hands resting on Omi’s hips.

The room started spinning and Omi realized that no matter how sweet those drinks tasted, they must have contain quite a bit of alcohol. Omi swayed back against Ken and he realized that he was completely drunk. He also realized that Ken was sporting a rather large hard-on that was now pressed against his ass.

Omi panicked and tried to move away from Ken. If he stayed there any longer he would have one himself and those damn plastic pants wouldn't hide it in the least. He had to get away. Or at least that’s what he would have done if Yohji hadn't appeared in front of him. He felt the small round ball in the palm of his hand and Yohji whispered to him.

"Shhh...."

Everything was moving so fast. Yohji’s lips were upon his and Omi’s eyes flew open. Ken’s hands slipped down from Omi’s hips to his crotch and Omi gasped in surprise. Yohji’s tongue slid into Omi’s mouth at the open opportunity.

*OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!*

Omi couldn't move. This was the kind of thing that he had only dreamed about and now it was happening. Happening in real life, not just in one of his fantasies. Everything was perfect, but he was too stunned to react.

*Are they teasing me? They wouldn't ever do this otherwise, would they? What the hell is going on?! *

Yohji pulled back and Ken moved his hands back to a more appropriate place.

"Do you what me to stop, bishounen? Is something wrong?"

Omi’s mind reeled. *NO, DON'T STOP!! But, wait... IS something wrong? There must be something wrong... * Omi stuttered through his response, too drunk to for a coherent one.

"I... they... wouldn't approve..."

Yohji raised an eyebrow. He was positive that Omi liked it, but what the fuck was he mumbling about now?

"Who wouldn't approve?... I approve."

Omi realized what he'd said when Yohji returned the question. Originally he had thought that his friends wouldn't approve, but that didn't make any sense now. How could they not approve if they were the ones initiating it? *Now I sound stupid. I have to think of someone that wouldn't approve. Hmmm...* Omi answered with the first person that came to mind.

[6] "But...does the pope approve?"

Yohji and Ken tried to control their laugher. They didn't want Omi to think they were making fun of him, but it was such a silly statement. *What is he thinking?*

"Of course the pope approves, Omi-kun. If he can't have women, what do you think he does? And since when do you need the pope’s approval? You're an assassin, remember?"

Omi blushed again at Ken’s statement. *Again, I sound stupid.* He abruptly realized that his friends were waiting for some kind of signal before they continued and Omi was ready and willing to give it to them. As he settled back against Ken’s chest, he wrapped his arms around Yohji’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

Omi pressed his lips to Yohji’s and Yohji promptly took over. His tongue pressed against Omi’s lips, seeking entrance, which Omi immediately gave. Gradually, Omi responded, his own tongue sliding into Yohji’s mouth. The heat continued to build as he felt Ken’s hands press against he hardening erection. Yohji moved closer into conceal Ken’s actions as he fumbled with the buttons on Omi’s pants and Omi began to squirm.

"Ken-kun! Not here!"

"And why not?" *At least he’s not disagreeing with the action, just the place...*

"Cause... cause, people will see us!!"

"Not if Yohji does a good job. You can handle this, right, Yohji?"

"Of course..."

Omi watched in silence as Yohji leaned over and took Ken’s mouth in a rough kiss. *God, they're gorgeous...* Omi thought as Ken’s hands slipped down into Omi’s pants unnoticed. He was shot back to reality as Ken wrapped his hand around Omi’s throbbing member. He leaned his head back against Ken’s chest and closed his eyes as Yohji began kissing him again, his jacket fully covering any action that was going on beneath it. A shudder ran up his spine with each thrust of Ken’s hand. It was just too much for Omi.

"Mmmm...Ken-kun, I...I think you...you should stop, before..."

"Shhh..."

~Middle stall. He’s already there...~

Ken quieted him as Yohji pulled Ken’s hands away, quickly buttoning up Omi’s pants. Omi let out a small whimper at the loss and looked up longingly into Yohji’s emerald green eyes.

"Don't worry. We won't leave you hanging, Omittchi. Run to the bathroom real quick and knock on the middle stall."

Omi didn't think twice about Yohji’s command and ran off to the bathroom, leaving Ken and Yohji out on the dance floor.

"I don't think he’s ready to do that out here, Kenken. He'd be embarrassed the rest