Romantic Banter von abgemeldet ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: new mission ---------------------- Romantic Banter Paring: Yoji x Omi Warnings: none Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tsuchiya Kyoko and project Weiß and this is a non-profit fanfic. „Now way I gotta do this!” yelled Omi, furious about the bright laughter of his team mates. “Oi, Omi stop pretending I know about your little cross dressing fetish.” taunted Yohji. Growling Omi shot him a deathglare that could compete with Aya’s. “Very well, you know what to do. Try your best to get out of this in one piece.” Manx moved back to her feet and made her way upstairs, totally unimpressed by Omi’s behaviour. This time their task was it to find a murderer who killed young teenagers at night in popular making out places. Ken brought up the idea that someone of them should disguise himself as a girl and go together with Yohji for a little rendezvous while the rest of them hid themselves to overlook the other pairs. It was a perfect way to heighten the possibility of catching the murderer. And Omi just fit in seize as well as looks to be that girl. It was as simple as that. But Omi didn’t appreciate the idea very much “Fuck you!” he screamed and stormed off. Yohji shrugged unimpressed with his typically nonchalance and smiled. “Very well” Aya spoke up and moved upstairs too. “Hey, you just can’t leave us here like this. You have to say something to Omi!” shouted Ken after the vanishing redhead. As expected he got no answer. Sighing Ken let himself fall back down in the cushions on the couch. “So?” he asked glancing at the elder blonde who lit up a smoke. “Che, Yohji you can’t smoke in here and you know that. Aya will get you for that if he finds out.” Ken scowled gesturing wild with his hands. “Ken calm down. Aya isn’t here right now and I doubt that he’ll come back just because of me smoking. Dontcha think you get too excited over such little things? Take care of your own business and relax a bit more.” Yohji said slightly annoyed. This was typically Ken to loose his temper so easily. But far more important was Omi, cute little Omi who blushed just a few minutes ago as he was offered the view of disguising himself as a girl for cover. Truth is there was nothing much about it. Just another mad man to take out. It shouldn’t bother Omi that much! Well thinking of Omi, he behaved somewhat awkward over the last few weeks. I wonder what this kid is up to? As no answer came to his mind he drifted off to far more pleasant prospects concerning his free time and how to spend it. Absently he sensually blew the smoke out that played around his face, drawing random patterns like tribal Tattoos in the air before it vanished. his green eyes were half lidded and added to his calm, dream like appearance. Ken had gone away still muttering to himself as he got no further attention from the smoking Balinese, who was too lost in his fantasies to recognise he was peeped at by a certain blonde, who recently became aware of his awakening puberty. But as this wasn’t enough he realised not without some horror that he was badly attracted to his older team mate. Since a few weeks now he tried to surveill his object of desire and hoped to clear the confusion in his head. More that the realisation that he was possibly gay or at least bisexual or whatever one calls it those times, he simply feared to be turned down, if ever his preferences should be recognised by Yoji. What happens if he’s positively disgusted? It’ not that they were just good comrades in the widest sense, their very life depended on a healthy relationship between them. Latter one was the worst sorrow: Yoji isn’t famous for chasing after little boy’s asses, let alone he knew of Yoji having ever had any interest in his own gender. Poor Omi. Tormented with the daily presents of the blissful angel, his personal sex-god embodied in one of the most sexiest man living on this earth: Yoji Kudoh. And tortured with his reason that told him his jerking off on a fantasy Yoji at least three times a day would be everything he gets. But now he was there, his idol, sitting carelessly slumped on the sofa, smoking as always. Sighing softly he made up his mind to better go back into his room and start brooding about a plan for their newest hit, when suddenly his gaze was locked on Yojis free hand that moved suspiciously close to his groin. Not! He wouldn't... "Ooh." breathing out rather loudly Omi suddenly clapped his hands over his mouth realising his error. If Yoji had heard him. Fortunately he didn’t. Moreover he intended to really go on it, rubbing his thump in viciously delicious circles over his crotch. he managed to stump out the remaining stud of his cigarette before he gracefully leaned back and unfastened the flap of his trousers. Sliding a hand inside be caressed his arousal with slow but firm strokes, bringing his swollen cock to full hardness. His gestures were mimicked by Omi who was desperate not to utter a betraying sound what was especially hard for all his honesty and swirling passion not allowed to be screamed out, that drove him nearly mad. Faster and faster he pumped himself until he came onto his own Shirt, biting his fingers. Hopefully the pain would be enough to strangle his cries deep in his throat. Yoji continuously moaned increasing the cadence of the strokes. His wet hand easily moving up and down as another hand crept beneath his top, searching out a nipple to play with. The additional stimulation send him finally over the brink and with a long guttural growl he released himself. "What a mess!" he murmured. Catching a few tissues to clean himself up he caught the reflection of Omi in the polished plate of the black table and turned his gaze upwards to see a terrified Omi lurking on the spiral staircase. Of cause he recognised the similarities in their attire. Eventually Omi dashed away, panicked and mindless. Yoji sat there for a while longer contemplating about the incident and what that could have meant. It was pretty much out of character for Omi to spy on him, let alone fondling himself openly in his presents. He couldn't suppress a genuine smile as a fabulous idea came to his mind. Omi was sexually active. That much was obvious. Weather he was attracted to him or not was out of question for the great everybody-loves-me-Kudoh. Kapitel 2: Interlude -------------------- “Fuck!” he hissed rather loudly. Omi had darted back in his room, slamming the door shut with a mighty swing that made the whole frame rattle. He sought shelter in his bed even if it was more like a golden fishbowl, standing in the midst of his room. “Oh shit, shit and double shit.” he murmured into his cushion he pressed his terribly reddened face in. In his head everything hummed and he heard his blood rushing in his ears. What was he supposed to do now? Yoji had seen him and by the looks on his face definitely known what he had done. I’ll never leave this room again. A little wanking action on a fantasy was one thing but doing it on someone else who’s sitting in front of you and equally busy could hardly not be considered weird. Or to get to the point: he doesn’t seem not to be attracted to men. “Ooow, what have I done?” howled Omi as a sharp knock startled him. “Omi, mission time again!” Aya. That meant it was urgent. Better he got ready as soon as possible. Later was time enough to ponder further over his unfortunate incident. Within minutes the team stood ready by the door. Everyone was instructed by Aya who had used the time to scheme out a plan for the first assignment. Their goal was to collect information about the habits of the murderer, which places he frequented, the procedure he followed if there was any. Omi’s mind had gone blank with the minute of the mission. Every disturbing detail of the former confrontation was banned as he sat waiting on the roof of the little graveyard chapel. The latest attack took place not far away from here and so they used this nearby point to get started with. It was a mere matter of coincidence but beside that their wanted murderer had a slight attraction to dark places. “Siberian, do you see anything yet?” “No, Bombay, nothin’ outta there. Wha ‘bout ya Balinese?” “Sorry guys, just a few hot pieces of ass but nothing that could possibly belong to our target.” “Still, pay attention to any unusual!” grunted Aya and the line went silent again. After hours of tiring surveillance the assassins got back to their safe house just to find out, that their target has succeeded another crime in a forest at the west end of the city only 15miles away. Frustrated about their failure everybody went into his room to rest. Tomorrow they would have to open the flower shop again. It was a warm spring day. The sun was shining and the birds twittered in harmony on this beautiful and peaceful morning. “Hyaaaaa!!!!” Okay, please let me rephrase that. On a beautiful and very noisy morning. The source of it was Omi, screaming like a mad man on acid. Startled Balinese woke up and dashed out in the floor. Promptly he crashed with a certain crying blonde who was all naked and shivering violently. Suddenly Yohji was very awake even if it was still before 10 am. “Hey, Omittchi, what's gotten into you?” the elder asked calmly, doubting to get to him. Omi looked up, tears streaming in a wide river, face contorted with what might be fear or panic. Balinese hugged him close, pulling him back with him into his room. He was a bit concerned over the puppet like figure that was Omi he held in his arms. “Oi, Omi!!” he shoke his teammate, who still sobbed and cried helplessly. “Darn it” Yoji cursed, dragging the small crying lump over to his bed, lying him down. Omi instantly curled up, but didn’t let go of Yojis hand, who soothingly patted the younger ones head. After a while Omi calmed down enough to tell Yoji of his nightmare. “You sleep walk sometimes?” asked Yoji, still stroking the blonde’s hair. “Sometimes, yes. I’m sorry, I caused such a commotion.” Mumbled Omi, burying his head into the pillow, still sniffing a little. Yoji looked at him thoughtfully, pondering about their hardships of assassination and this youth, deciding to have an eye on him, just in case. But soon his directions of thought changed to some hours ago and a viciouse smile spread on his face. “Ne, Omi. You know, you don’t have to jerk off in secret. It’s only natural for us to do this. So nothing to be ashamed of, ya know” he spoke in a cheerful manner, smiling broadly into Omi’s agashed face. “And, if you feel lonely, just come by. I have some good porn we could jerk off together.” Winking at Omi, he left his invitation hanging in the room and felt for the shower. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)