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Omi nervously surveyed the clothes laid out on Yohji's bed. He
couldn't even figure out how some of them went on. "I'm supposed to
A chuckle sounded, "It's not that bad, Omi. They're tight, but you
can move easily in them." Yohji took a long pull off of his
cigarette, "The only real drawback is that they don't do jack to
hide weapons..." He looked at the younger Weiss squarely, "Simply
put - no darts or crossbows."
Omi looked stricken. "But... I'll be unarmed!"
Shaking his head, Yohji pulled out a jacket and handed it to
him, "Not completely... There's hidden pockets in this one."
Omi looked at the garment. There were no sleeves, but inside the
jacket a knife could be hidden. A small knife. He looked
doubtful. "I suppose..."
The taller man flipped up the collar, "Keep your mouth dart handy...
and stash some under here." There were little loops for something
about the size of Omi's darts. Yohji took another drag from his
smoke, "I used to stash throwing spikes in here back when I was
running wild on the streets... This is my old jacket from back then.
I wasn't much bigger than you..."
Omi couldn't picture Yohji being his size. He looked at the taller
man, trying to picture it. "What do I wear underneath?"
Yohji selected a tank top and a pair of really short cut
offs, "These, for one... and I've got something else to add to your
budding innocent sex appeal." With a grin, he dug into his closet
and pulled out a pair of long strips of cloth, "I call these 'fuck
me sleeves'... They're about the most erotic thing known to man." He
held them up. They looked like a pair of opera gloves with no
fingers, but were held in place by a ring that fit over the middle
Omi tried not to squeak at Yohji's description. But he had to
ask. "Why... why are they called that?" He had a feeling he already
knew the answer.
Pulling one down his arm, Yohji demonstrated the appeal of the
garments. It fit over his skin tightly, somehow intensifying the
man's already overwhelming sexuality. "They just scream erotic...
They're a mix between classy and sleazy. Perfect for where you're
This only increased Omi's nervousness. "I'm not gonna be able to
pull this off, Yohji..."
"Yes, you will. You're Weiss, remember? We've been able to pull shit
off that would make the fucking Special Ops look like clowns," Yohji
said as he handed the gloves to Omi. He took the last pull from his
cigarette, "If you panic now, the mission's as good as failed."
"I won't let the team down!" Omi stated emphatically. "But... I've
never done this before..."
Yohji sat down on his bed and stubbed out the filter, "Listen,
Omi... We need to talk about stuff that *might* happen... Like what
you might have to do while you're undercover..." The taller assassin
was outwardly calm, but more than a little disturbed inside - what
would Omi be like when this mission was done? Would he be the same
innocent Omi that had been with them all from the outset?
Omi shifted nervously. "Like what, Yohji?"
The older blond took a deep breath; this wasn't going to be as easy
as he thought, "Like blowjobs?"
Omi blushed; he couldn't help himself. "I... I've sort of
practiced... on bananas..." He looked down at the floor.
"Bananas and cocks aren't quite the same, Omi," Yohji said, stifling
a chuckle. So... the kid would have some interest in what he was
going to say... "If you want... I can give you some pointers." He
took out another cigarette and lit it, "Or do you want to go in
Omi considered, wide-eyed. He wanted pointers, but it would be
embarrassing.... then he thought of Ken, and what he wanted to do
with him someday. "Tell me, please," he whispered.
Taking a drag, Yohji leaned back on one elbow, "Well, the first
thing is that the head is the most sensitive spot. The vein on the
underside is second there..."
Omi tried to listen without blushing, but he just kept picturing
Ken. He nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Licking around the tip drives guys nuts... They just have this urge
to drive into the mouth of the person who's blowing them... it's
like a drug to them." Yohji grinned as he remembered how Aya had
tried to do that just yesterday. "The trick is to pace it out...
don't let them have it all at once."
"You sure know a lot about this, Yohji," Omi said, then clapped his
hand over his mouth. He didn't believe he'd said that. "Sorry," he
Yohji chuckled, "It's okay. I've done guys and girls. Girls are
softer and sweeter, but oh, man are guys tighter..."
Omi still couldn't believe he was talking about this with Yohji. He
was sure he would have a permanent blush when he was done. "Do I...
have to swallow?"
"Nah... it's personal preference, really." Yohji took another pull
from his smoke, "I do, but that's just me." He looked at Omi, "It
means more if you have an honest interest in the one you're doing it
He couldn't help but think about Ken when Yohji said that, of
course. But this wasn't about Ken... Omi suddenly realized he might
have to do these things with Ken watching. Oh god. "Yohji..." he
took a deep breath, but after the scene with Ken he doubted
himself. "Do you think I can pull this off? I'm not very sexy..."
Yohji tilted his chin up, "Sexy is all about attitude, Omi." He
smiled reassuringly, "Even innocence can be sexy if you learn how to
"But..." Omi wanted to ask Yohji why Ken had rejected him, but he
couldn't find the words.
"What is it, Omi?" Yohji's gaze softened, "Ask away..."
"It's nothing," Omi answered. He couldn't discuss it with Yohji. It
was too embarrassing. He would do this job, and he would be good at
it. Even if Ken didn't want him.
"Bullshit." Yohji knew something was bugging the boy. If he didn't
get it out, it might interfere with the mission, "Go into the
mission with a clear head, Omi. Get it off your chest."
"Well... Ken... um, we kissed, but then he stopped, and he doesn't
want me, and... Oh, Yohji! I was so upset!" He looked up at the tall
blond with huge eyes.
Yohji blinked, "Okay... Was it a good kiss?" This was apparently
something that had happened after Aya had dragged him away... damn
"The best," sighed Omi, dreamily.
"When did Ken run?"
"We were on the bed... he pushed me down... it was so good..." Omi
sighed, then frowned. "Then he ran away! What did I do wrong?"
Now things were starting to make sense, "Omi... This might be a
little embarrassing for you but - were you hard?"
"Of course I was!" Omi snapped, then remembered to be
embarrassed. "It was a really nice kiss..."
Yohji smiled, "Did it seem like Ken was really getting into the
"I thought so. But I guess I was wrong," Omi answered miserably.
The older assassin turned the youth's face to his, "No, you
weren't." Yohji took the last drag from his forgotten cigarette and
stubbed it out, "I'll bet that he started to feel things that scared
the shit out of him. Think about how he is, Omi... It's not going to
be so easy for him to understand being turned on by another guy.
Give him some time to get his head clear and then try again."
Omi looked up hopefully. "Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, I think so." Yohji smiled and pulled the youth into a
hug, "But, if you give up now, you'll never know - right?"
Omi sighed. "I hope you're right..." He snuggled into Yohji. "You
"Thanks... I try to make myself as inoffensive as possible." Yohji
grinned down at the younger blond, happy to see his spirits
lifted, "Think you'll be okay with Ken backing you or do you want me
Omi grinned. "I'll be ok. Maybe Ken will realize what he's
"Maybe... One can always hope... Jealousy does things to a guy that
talking would never accomplish," Yohji agreed. He loosened his
arms, "Now, about the rest of the clothes..."
Ken sifted through the crowd, his eyes darting all over. Still no
sign of Omi yet... but then, with this kind of place, he could go
all night and never see him. He checked to make sure his comm was
still on and took a sip from his drink. The fluid in the glass had
long since turned to water from the ice, but he drank it anyway. It
was helping to calm his jangled nerves.
Omi walked up to the door nervously. He felt ridiculous in these
clothes. He was used to wearing shorts, but these barely covered his
ass. That was the point, he supposed. And the gloves... for some
reason they made him feel even more exposed. At least he could feel
the comforting weight of two darts hidden in his vest. He walked up
to the door.
The big, burly woman who was one of the front bouncers looked down
at the boy. Her dark eyes searched his young, made-up
face, "Somethin' I can do for ya, kid?"
"I..." Omi began, feeling very young. "Tom sent me. He said..." he
stepped closer, looking around nervously. "He said... I need a job,
and he said I could get one here."
"Oh..." The woman gave a little secretive smile, "Then you want to
talk to Matsuro in the back. He might even be able to get you some
work tonight... if you make the grade." She opened the door for
Omi, "Good luck, kiddo..."
Omi couldn't believe it was that easy. With one final glance at the
woman he stepped inside, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Was Ken
here yet? He was supposed to be, but what if he had problems? No,
Ken would have sent him a signal via the receiver in his earring. He
made his way to the back of the club, to the long bar. He wasn't
sure whom he was to speak to. No one had nametags here. He signaled
for the bartender.
A rather attentive young man moved over to him, "Yes?"
"Um... I'm supposed to ask for Matsuro?" he said, more tentatively
than he wanted to. He tried not to notice all the half naked young
boys and girls scattered around the club.
The young man pointed to a darkened area off in the furthest
corner, "He's over there... Best looking one out of the bunch." The
bartender smiled at Omi, "You can't miss him."
Omi mumbled his thanks, feeling exposed in his clothes. He walked to
the indicated corner, trying to see what was going on.
A very well dressed man sat on a long, leather couch. Around him
were several other kids, around Omi's apparent age; some draped over
the man and wearing only enough clothing to barely cover the
essentials. The man was running one hand over a young boy's leather
covered posterior while his other was wedged down into the tight
jeans of another youth and moving in circular motions.
Oh god, he couldn't do this.... Omi forced his feet to keep going,
bringing him to stand in front of the man. He looked to be around
30, and he had long black hair in a neat ponytail. He was of Asian
descent, and Omi had to admit he was very handsome. He spoke
up. "Excuse me, but are you Matsuro?"
The man looked up and, when he saw Omi, smiled as wide as could
be, "Yes, pretty little boy, I am... What can I do for you?" His
hand, the one delved deep in the jeans, started to move in a rhythm,
making the boy behind it give a shuddering gasp.
Omi tore his eyes from what the man's hands were doing and forced
himself to look at the man's dark eyes. "I... was told to speak to
you. I need... a job."
One last look around and Ken spotted his team mate. He was on the
upper level of the club, trying to get a good view of the whole
floor, when he saw the youth standing near an alcove in the back.
Even from where he was, Ken could see the clothes that the younger
assassin was wearing. There was no wonder that several of the
dancers nearby had stopped to watch the boy.
With a smile, Matsuro pulled his hand free, "Well, come in... Let me
take a good look at you, pretty boy."
Omi swallowed nervously. This was it. He had to be convincing. He
"Turn around." The older man licked his lips as he watched the blond
youth, "I want to see all of you..."
Moving through the crowd quickly, Ken wanted to take a good look and
get into better position. "Omi," he whispered into his comm, "I'm
going to the lower level... Just in case."
Omi did as he was told, just as he heard Ken's voice in his ear. As
he turned he could see Ken, moving closer. He couldn't respond,
though. He just stood, feeling like a piece of meat. But at least
Matsuro wasn't ugly...
When he faced the man again, Matsuro seemed very pleased, "Very
lovely... Nice long legs and those gloves... You look just as pure
as a virgin." His, now free, hand beckoned Omi to sit on his lap.
Omi took a deep breath and did as he was told. A sudden thrill ran
through him as he realized Ken was watching this. He felt very
wanton. He sat carefully on one of the man's thighs.
Strong hands pulled him over so that he was situated over the man's
groin, "Much better... You could make a lot of money working for me,
pretty boy." Matsuro smiled and ran a hand through Omi's hair, "Have
you ever been taken by a man? By the look of you, I think not... I
could find someone willing to pay top dollar to have the honor of
Omi could answer this one honestly, at least. "No, I haven't. And...
I really need a job." He shifted slightly and felt the man's
unmistakable erection against him.
Stopping just outside of the alcove, Ken covered his look of shock
at the clothes his team mate was wearing. Oh, God if Omi didn't look
downright fuckable in that getup... He felt the sting of something
as he watched the man pull the youth fully onto his lap. It was as
if some surge of anger was uncoiling in his gut. The assassin backed
up and let the others in the crowd surround him, but never took his
eyes off of Omi.
The wealthy man pulled Omi closer, trailing fingers down one
cheek, "I do, however, have one requirement before I can set you up
for work, my pretty one..." Matsuro leaned in and nuzzled the side
of the youth's neck, "You're going to have to give me a
demonstration of your talents." He smiled reassuringly, "Not to
worry, since you're a virgin, I'll only ask for an... oral
Omi flushed, even though he had been expecting this. Dreading it.
But he had to play innocent. "I... I'm not sure what you want me to
There was a flash of a smile and Matsuro took Omi's hand, shifting
the young assassin so that he could place it where he wanted it -
right over his groin. He looked quite serious when he said, "You're
going to have to wrap those pouty looking lips around that."
Ken, from where he was, could see what was happening and bit back a
very real surge of anger. How could they do this to Omi? Why did
the let him go ahead with this mission when he had so many
reservations? Why had *he* let him go ahead with it?
Omi swallowed. He wasn't faking the tremble that went through him at
the man's words. It wasn't that Matsuro was unattractive... he just
wasn't Ken. Well, he would have to imagine that he was touching the
one he really wanted, then. He squeezed the man's erection
tentatively. "Right here?"
"Oh, yes... Right there." Matsuro gave a chuckle and began to move
Omi off of his lap, "If you do very well, I'll see to it you get
plenty of work."
"I mean," Omi squeaked, "You want me to do that, here, in front of
everyone?" Including Ken, he added silently. He stood in front of
the man uncertainly.
Matsuro smiled, "Yes. No need to hide it... everyone here has done
the same thing at least once." He ran his hand up Omi's shirt and
gave one nipple a gentle tug, "If you really impress me, I'll see to
it that someone reciprocates the favor for you." The man's hand
began to move down, towards the small shorts, his path going
directly for the youth's cock, "Maybe even myself..."
Omi gasped as the man touched him. He stepped back involuntarily,
then made himself step forward again. He sank to his knees in front
of the man and looked up with trepidation.
Out on the floor, Ken was starting to seethe, "Bastard..." His blue
eyes glittered lethally in the lights as his temper began to flare
to new heights. "Don't do it, Omi," he whispered to himself,
fighting back the urge to go and drag his team mate bodily from the
well dressed pimp.
Omi licked his lips and reached for the button on the man's pants.
He fumbled with it, finally unfastening it, and lowered the zipper.
Looking down at the young blond, Matsuro smiled, "Don't be
nervous... It doesn't bite, pretty boy." Several of the young ones
around him gave little chuckles at his words, making the man himself
laugh, "I've not had a casualty yet..."
The young assassin took a deep breath and reached into the man's
pants. He wore no underwear, and his hard cock was easy to find. Omi
wrapped his hand around the hard length. It was hot and silky to the
There was a growling noise, and Ken realized that it was coming from
him. He clenched his fist while his other hand went to his ear
piece, "Omi, do you want me to put a stop to this? If you really
don't want it to go this far, run your hand through your hair..."
Omi heard Ken's whispered voice and realized that the other Weiss
member was indeed watching. He felt a small flare of anger toward
Ken. He still felt rejected. So he ignored Ken's message and lowered
his mouth to the waiting arousal.
With a defeated sound, Ken turned away, "I'll be at the bar if you
need me, Omi... Just call my name and I'll be to your location
immediately." That said, he stalked from his vantage point and
plopped down on a stool. When the bartender came over, he looked at
the man, "Two shots of Jack and a glass of water." He wasn't going
to get trashed, but he *did* need to calm his nerves.
Matsuo threw his head back at the first touch of those velvety lips
on his arousal, "I hope your performance is as good as your looks,
Omi didn't answer; he just closed his eyes and licked at the tip of
the erection. A salty, bitter taste; but not awful. He licked again,
and lowered his mouth to take in just the head. He thought about Ken
and what it would be like to do this to him.
A low moan sounded from Matsuro's throat, "Very nice beginning..."
His hand slipped into the silky blond hair of the youth and buried
itself there, "Keep going..."
Omi decided he liked the sounds of the man's moans. They gave him a
feeling of power. He lowered his mouth more, taking in the cock like
Downing the first shot, Ken thought about what Omi was probably
doing right now. He couldn't help feeling that it was his fault.
He took a moment to peer into the mirror across from him. He'd
tried to apologize, but the younger Weiss didn't seem to want any of
what he was saying. Maybe Ken had given up too easily? Maybe he
should have forced the youth to look at him, listen to him, accept
the apology he'd offered?
He'd never know now...
The hand in Omi's hair tightened, and Matsuro began to give
insistent little thrusts into the moist warmth. He couldn't help
it - the boy's mouth felt too inviting and too promising to leave
alone. He started to moan louder, losing himself to the unskilled,
but eager, machinations of the young man's tongue, "Mmmmm... yes...
don't stop, pretty boy..."
Omi tried to take the thrusts. He found if he relaxed his throat he
really didn't have to do much at all. He held the base of Matsuro's
erection with one hand and sealed his lips around it. The man thrust
harder, and Omi could taste more of the bitter fluid as the man
Ken reached up and pressed the button on the ear piece, "I'm sorry I
failed you, Omi..." He didn't know how else to say it and, if he
didn't say it now, he might never have the courage or chance again.
The athletic youth looked down into his second shot as he lifted his
finger off the comm, "I never meant to let you down."
Words of encouragement flowed from the older man's lips, falling on
the boy's ears like a lewd tidal wave. Matsuro kept trying to still
his hips, give the boy a real chance to work his magic, but he was
enjoying it too much. The innocent looking youth with a hard,
thick, leaking cock in his mouth... Oh, what he would give for the
chance to be the first to bury his cock in that virginal opening!
Omi struggled to take every thrust, trying to keep up the suction.
From the sounds the man made, it was working. Then he heard Ken's
words and he was confused. What did he mean? Then he couldn't think
anymore; his mouth was being filled and he struggled to swallow as
much as he could. Matsuro's moans drowned out anything else, and he
knew without being told that he would be expected to swallow every
He was pulled off the cock after a few moments, "Very... very
good... I do believe I have a place for you... if you're interested."
Omi blushed, licking his lips, and looked down. "Thank you."
"Do you have a name, pretty boy?"
"My name is... Tsuki, sir."
Matsuro smiled, "Well, Tsuki, what do you say to my offer concerning
that cumbersome virginity of yours? I could find someone willing to
pay high dollars just to be your first..." His voice dripped a
sweetness that was supposed to make the youth feel better about the
Once again, Omi didn't have to fake the embarrassment this statement
caused him. His innocence was actually serving him well. "I... do
need the money, sir," he stuttered.
The man smiled and took a roll of cash from his pocket, "Here, this
is your... 'sign-on' bonus. Go out, mingle with the crowd, and I'll
see what I can do."
Omi turned away, still a bit dazed, and shoved the money in his
pocket. He felt unclean, even though he was just doing his job. He
had a bad taste in his mouth and he wanted a drink. He headed for an
empty spot at the bar, trying to ignore the looks he was getting.
The older Weiss saw him in the mirror and slid his other shot to
Omi looked up, surprised, and locked eyes with Ken in the mirror. He
looked down at the shot and grimaced. "I don't drink," he explained.
"I know." Ken looked back down to the bar, "I just thought... never
mind." He was still feeling very unsure of himself.
"You watched." It wasn't a question.
Ken shook his head, "I left after you made it clear you didn't need
my help." His eyes never moved from the glass of water in front of
him. He didn't feel very well. Something inside of Ken wasn't
willing to let things go. Something that insisted he should have
gone in and stopped what was happening - by force if necessary.
Omi leaned over and grabbed Ken's glass of water and drained
it. "Thanks." He turned to go.
Something bothered Ken... Something that he had to ask. "Omi?"
Omi stopped, his back to Ken. He bunched his fists. He didn't know
what he had expected from Ken, but the other man's coldness
"I... Are you punishing me?" Ken didn't know how else to explain
it. "I never meant to let you down... I know I fucked up - somehow -
that this is my fault..." He was thoroughly miserable. Why did he
always seem to make a mess of things... even now?
Omi turned slowly. "I don't know what you mean, Ken," he said
carefully. He looked closely at the other boy. Ken really looked
The athletic assassin shook his head, "Never mind... What are you
going to do when this guy finds you a hook-up?"
Omi took one more step closer. "I don't know, Ken. I suppose I'll
have to play along, won't I?" now he was desperate to know what Ken
Looking away, Ken ground his teeth, "I guess so." The words were
bit out in near anger. The flippant way Omi answered wasn't helping
him feel better. Maybe he should call Yohji in. He wasn't handling
this mission well... not at all.
Omi looked hard at Ken. He was so torn. The only person he wanted to
be with was right here in front of him. He had thought there was
something between them but apparently to Ken this was just another
mission. "I guess I'd better get to work, then," he said,
emphasizing the word "work" deliberately.
"If you get in trouble and I can't see, you know what to do. I've
got a feeling I won't be able to follow you everywhere," Ken said
miserably. He gave Omi a torn look. He wanted so much to protect
him, but felt like he was somehow messing things up even worse. 'I
promised not to let anything hurt you... I don't intend to go back
on it now.'
"Yes. I know," Omi replied, confused by Ken's reaction. "I'll keep
the wire on," he added, not having to say that he would be taking
other things off. The transmitter/speaker was in the form of an
Ken gave a low groan, not only would he have to know what Omi was
doing, he'd have to hear it too. He gave a defeated nod and watched
the youth go out into the crowd of dancers. After a couple of
minutes, the athletic assassin followed. He was really starting to
regret this mission.
Continued in part 4