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Stay With Me



It should have been an easy mission. Go in, get the info, kill the target, out. Simple, right?

*Well, maybe not that simple.* thought Yohji.

They were to infiltrate a whorehouse disguised as a major corporation, a mission that seemed to come up alot lately, and download some information that was needed for another mission. They also had strict instructions to kill the guy running the whole operation. It would have been alot easier if they knew who the guy was. Unfortunately, all they knew was that he always showed up right after one of his customers had finished and that he had a wire tattooed around his neck.

Yohji had thought this to be easy. He took the mission thinking that he could just go in, get a good lay, wait two minutes for the guy to show up afterwards and then he's dead. Omi was to find the main computer and get the information while Yohji did the kill. It was easy for Yohji to get in, posing as a customer, but alittle more difficult for Omi. More people would have just made it more complicated, so it was just the two of them.

Apparently, something had gone wrong because it was Omi sitting on the bed in front of him. He had dressed the part to blend in: tight leather pants, sleeveless blue shirt, and a touch of make-up (thanks to Manx, Omi was now sporting blue highlights and black eyeliner). Yohji's eyes had almost fallen out of his head when he saw his innocent little partner dressed to kill. He decided early on that talking to Omi while he was dressed like that was dangerous. *If I stay away from him, I'll be fine. Just control your libido, Kudou.* The main thought was that if he looked like an employee, then nobody would bother him. Of course, things didn't quite go as planned because for some reason Omi was here instead of a whore. Omi jumped up from where he was sitting and Yohji shook his head.

*Poor kid. He thinks we're done... He's ready to go, but I haven't finished the kill and the target won't come until...fuck.*

Sitting back down, Omi glanced at the camera in the corner of the room. If Yohji tried to leave, the mission would be a failure, the target left alive. Their actions would be recognized as suspicious and the target wouldn't show.

Yohji followed Omi's gaze towards the cameras. If the room was bugged, then he couldn't even speak to Omi. Knowledge of each other would give them away. Omi took a deep breath and stood up again, this time approaching his partner. *You can do this, Omi.*

"Bishounen, I..."

His voice faded as Omi reached up and pulled the taller man's face towards his, placing light kisses on his cheeks and tracing them over to his ear.

"Finish the mission, Yo-tan." Omi whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

"But..."

"Just do it."

Trying to follow the order, Yohji brushed his hand up Omi's arm and onto his face, noticing the smoothness of his skin. *He's so innocent... I can't do this.*

Yohji was about to back away when Omi pressed his lips against his and began to suck lightly on his lower lip. The touch caused Yohji to give in within seconds, allowing Omi to slip his tongue into his mouth. Yohji closed his eyes and leaned into it, slowly pushing the smaller boy towards the bed. *This is wrong, Kudou. He doesn't want this, no matter how much you do. He'll never forgive you...* Yohji's mind screamed in his head as he pushed Omi onto the mattress.

"Please don't hate me..."

Omi laughed deeply, pulling Yohji down onto the bed with him.

"I could never..."

Omi's heart increased it's speed as Yohji's lips moved across his jaw line and down his neck. Skilled hands pulled at the edge of Omi's shirt, slowly edging it up his chest and finally pulling it over his head. Kisses continued to flutter down Omi's chest, eventually coming in contact with his right nipple. A small moan escaped Omi's lips as teeth touched skin and Omi arched his back, pressing into the sensation. The small gesture did not go unnoticed by Yohji and he began to suck harder the incredibly sensitive nub. As it hardened beneath his mouth, he moved away to satisfy the other. Omi suddenly froze in place and waited for Yohji to comment.

Yohji traced his tongue along the small silver loop that graced Omi's left nipple. He couldn't help but laugh alittle. It seemed so unlike Omi, but then, he wasn't sure he knew him as well as he thought. *He actually had the balls to initiate this, so I guess I shouldn't assume anything, now, should I...* As he ran his tongue through the loop and over the peek of the tight bud, Omi moaned again, this time louder than the first.

Yohji smiled slyly and pulled himself up to Omi's level, emerald eyes meeting baby blue.

"Do you like that, Bishounen?"

"Fuck, yeah..."

*He's too cute when he talks like that* thought Yohji as he placed another hard kiss on Omi's lips then trailed down to his ear again to conceal the conversation.

"Are you a virgin, Omittchi?"

Yohji could feel Omi's face burn with a blush as he nodded "yes."

"I don't have...anything with me. I wasn't expecting you..."

Omi's chest shook beneath him as he laughed and began sucking on Yohji's neck.

"What's your down time, Yo-tan?"

It took Yohji a second to understand Omi's question, but once he did, he felt his own face heat up for the first time in a long while. This wasn't the type of information he had ever dreamed of sharing with Omi.

"Just a minute or two." *At least, with you it will be...*

Omi nodded nonchalantly and Yohji felt his pants slide down his hips.

*Shit!! When did he do that?!*

During their brief conversation, Omi had managed to unbutton Yohji's shirt and undo his pants. Yohji had been so pre-occupied with how to handle the situation that he hadn't realized that Omi was going to take care of it himself.

Yohji snapped back to earth as he felt Omi's hand press against his erection, his lips having made their way down Yohji's chest, now lingering on his stomach. The blond haired bishounen pressed his palm down at the base, slid it upwards till his fingers reached the edge of the boxers, then started back down again, this time taking the boxers with them. The cold air hit Yohji first, then the soft touch of Omi's fingers as they ran up his length, stopping briefly to circle around the head. Yohji opened his eyes to see his partner take him into his mouth, his tongue sliding over the top for a first taste of pre cum. The vision was highly erotic. To watch Omi, the picture of innocence, go down on him was probably the biggest turn on he'd had in a long time.

*He has to have done this before. He's too good at it for this to be his first time.* thought Yohji as he watched Omi's head bob in rhythm. Yohji ran his fingers through Omi's silky blond hair as he felt the pressure inside of him build. He dropped his hand down to Omi's shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze in an effort to warn him of how close he was. If Omi got the message, then he seemed to ignore it and instead began to suck harder while one hand lowered to give his balls a light squeeze.

"Oooooh God!" Yohji moaned as he shot his load, Omi pulling off immediately to catch Yohji's seed in him hand while the other continued to pump. As Yohji caught his breath, Omi crawled up and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"Where did you learn to do that?" mumbled Yohji as he fiddled with Omi's pants. Omi laughed, but instead of answering slid his hand over Yohji's.

"Well, aren't we resourceful?" Yohji joked quietly as he watched Omi lick the remaining cum off his fingers.

"You should be more prepared next time," said Omi with a wink before he pulled Yohji on top of him.

*Next time?!* was Yohji's first thought before he realized that he certainly hoped there would be a "next time."

"You cease to amaze me, kid..."

The corners of Omi's mouth pulled down into a pout, but he stayed silent, knowing Yohji caught the message loud and clear.

"No, you're not a kid, are you?" whispered Yohji as he ran one slick finger over Omi's virgin entrance. Omi purred as it entered, the slight discomfort overpowered by the greater pleasure. Pain flared up as Yohji added a second finger, but it quickly subsided as Yohji moved his experienced fingers inside of him, stretching his young lover as much as possible. Omi whimpered at the loss as Yohji removed them and began to spread his make-shift lubricant over his cock. As he pressed the head against Omi's entrance, he felt the boy shudder beneath him. Worry clouded him mind and he leaned over Omi with a kiss, looking for some words of comfort. *No matter how comfortable he's acting, it's still his first time.* Omi seemed to sense Yohji's objective and voiced his thoughts to Yohji.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Always..." answered Yohji.

As soon as he spoke, Omi pushed down, impaling himself fully upon Yohji. They sat there for a moment, Omi's head resting on Yohji's chest as Omi adjusted himself to the feeling, his breath coming in deep gasps. Omi's hands slid up and around Yohji, cupping his ass as they began to move. He clinched his fingers into the cheeks as Yohji thrust forward, hitting something inside that sent stars before his eyes. Setting the rhythm, he pulled Yohji forward again as he hit the same spot as before. Whatever pain had been there was now completely gone, fading away under the extreme pleasure.

"Harder..."

Yohji obeyed the command, only to receive it a second time. The next time he received a deep moan, the only indication that he's fulfilled the request to Omi's liking. Omi pulled him close as he felt himself reaching the edge and he leaned his head against Yohji's shoulder.

"Yohji..."

As Omi whispered his name, Yohji slipped a hand between them, gripping Omi's painfully hard cock between his fingers. That was all the encouragement Omi needed and Yohji felt the smaller boy spasm beneath him, his warm cum splattering across their stomachs. His passage tightened around Yohji, pulling him into orgasm as well, his hot seed shooting into Yohji's body. Their hearts beat as one as they cuddled against each other, trying to catch their breath. Yohji leaned in to kiss Omi, but instead was met by Omi's fingers, preventing him from meeting Omi's lips.

"Later..." Omi said with a grin, his eyes lidded with exhaustion.

"Of course," answered Yohji in response. "Two minutes."

Omi understood the hint and the two boys dressed quickly, waiting for the arrival of the target. He showed up right on schedule, only distinguishable by the dark black wire wound permanently around his neck. The tattoo bled red as Yohji added his wire to the other, pulling him up above the door and crushing his wind-pipe.

"Let's go."

Omi followed Yohji down a maze of hallways and out a door. They turned a corner and Omi spotted Yohji's car, the plates changed just in case. Yohji cursed as he slammed the car door.

"Shit, Omittchi, we're on camera." It wasn't a big deal for just Yohji to be there, but a film of the two of them might get them in trouble.

"Oh!"

Omi dug around for something in his bag, finally pulling out a long, slender, metal object. He pressed the top in and Yohji heard something crash above them. Glancing out the window, he saw the top story of the building get blown to pieces as they sped away.

"I'm assuming that was the computer lab."

"Hai."

"And the tapes?"

"Right again."

Yohji drove at full speed as he thought about the night's events and began to put the pieces together, realization slowly dawning upon him. When they arrived home, he shut off the ignition and locked the doors, trapping Omi inside with him. They sat in silence for several minutes before Yohji turned to Omi, a sly grin upon his face.

"How long had you been planning that?"

Omi laughed quietly, wondering how long it had taken Yohji to figure it out.

"I'd wanted to do that since I found out I had a chance. I would've never tried something without knowing you might be interested. The mission just gave me an excuse to finally do it."

Yohji shook his head and laughed as he unlocked the doors to his car, releasing his hold on Omi. The apartment was quiet when they entered, Aya and Ken fast asleep in their rooms. Yohji paused before his door and turned towards Omi, his voice barely a whisper.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Always..."

Omi wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, pulling him close. Yohji leaned down to kiss him while he pulled him into his room, shutting the door behind him.


~FIN~


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