Things that go Bump in the Night
by Aimless
Midnight had come and gone. The Koneko was closed up tight and all was quiet. Except for the slight hushed tones of a TV turned down low.
Down in the mission room the only light came from the flickering screen. Two young men lay curled up on the couch not really paying attention to the movie. They were more interested in each other.
Ken lay in utter bliss as the blond sprawled on top of him taking his time exploring the brunette’s neck. Omi was a fantastic kisser. Ken groaned as the youngest assassin found a particularly sensitive spot and exploited it mercilessly.
Earlier he had gone searching for Omi and found him hunched over his computer wading through pages of data for an upcoming mission. Ken watched his lover work for a while in silence. He was constantly amazed at the skill Omi displayed as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Then Omi placed his hand over his mouth and yawned hugely. The blond stretched and tried to work a crick out of his neck. That was when Ken decided Omi had
worked enough for the night.
He approached his lover and placed a kiss on the nape of his neck. Omi turned and smiled. He knew Ken had been there all along. It was nearly impossible to sneak up on the young assassin. Ken had taken him by the hand and led him over to the couch. He stripped off the blond’s shirt and instructed him to lie on his stomach. Ken was thorough as he used his hands to work out every knotted muscle. Totally relaxed now Omi lay in Ken’s arms as they watched a movie together.
Soon the television was forgotten as the two indulged in a serious make out session. Much to Ken’s delight Omi had taken the initiative and pushed the clawed assassin over on his back. Now as the blond’s warm hands slid under his shirt Ken could not stop a moan as his nipples were toyed with. Omi straddled his hips as he pushed the shirt all the way off. His lips trailed down Ken’s tanned and toned body as Omi traced a path downward biting at the athlete’s rippled abdomen.
Ken was gasping as Omi’s tongue dipped in his navel and circled the indentation. He gripped Omi’s soft hair as the teen nuzzled him through the fabric of his jeans. Suddenly Ken froze and glanced towards the stairway.
Omi raised his head and looked questioningly at his lover. Due to the nature of their job they had not survived this long without a healthy dose of paranoia. “Ken what’s the matter?”
”I heard something upstairs. Aya and Yohji are gone for the weekend so we should be alone.”
Omi looked towards the doorway as well. The shop was silent. “Ken maybe you imagined it? Now where were we?” The blond smiled wickedly and reached for the zipper on Ken’s jeans. Then he heard it too, the creak of floorboards.
”Omi did you set the shop alarm?” Becoming a bit concerned the brunette honestly could not remember if he had even locked the back door.
”I thought you had. Ken how could we be so careless? Anyone could be up there.” Visions of Schwarz danced through his head as he bit his lip at the now distinct sound of footsteps.
”Omi we are trained assassins. Whoever is up there we’ll deal with them.” Ken got to his feet and took Omi by the hand. They did not bother putting their shirts on as they went to confront the intruders who had broken into the shop.
Up the stairs they crept. Ken listened intently as he tried to pinpoint the intruders. Silently they made their way through the kitchen. Omi pointed at the back door which was opened slightly. The alarm panel next to the door was blinking. It was as Ken had feared. They had not even set the damn thing or locked up. Mistakes like this could prove fatal in their profession.
Again the creaking noise was heard, this time on the stairs leading to the second floor. Omi gripped Ken’s arm as they moved into the hallway. Just outside the kitchen they spotted the intruders. Illuminated by the light from the top of the stairs lay two prone figures about half way up the staircase. It was the other Weiss assassins who were supposed to be spending the weekend at a hot springs resort.
Obviously they had not made it to their destination. Plus Aya and Yohji were too busy with each other to notice anyone in the darkened hall. Ken could smell the alcohol from where he stood. Apparently the older assassins were a bit trashed and exceedingly horny if their position on the stairs was any indication.
Aya was on his knees on the steps with his hands gripping the next riser. Yohji was behind him with his arm wrapped around Aya’s waist and the other braced next to the redhead’s. The swordsman’s shirt was unbuttoned and he seemed to have lost his pants. Yohji was whispering in Aya’s ear as he licked and nipped the sensitive lobe.
Ken and Omi could see that Yohji’s pants were unfastened and around his knees. They could hear Aya’s short gasps as the blond’s hips rocked against him. There could be no mistake as to what was happening.
Ken tried to back away but bumped into Omi. He whispered to the young man. ”We need to leave. I so do not want to see Aya and Yohji fucking on the stairs.” The brunette was sure that his blush lit up the room like a neon beacon.
He shivered when Omi murmured in his ear. “Don’t you want to watch?”
Ken still tried to back up but found himself held firm in Omi’s arms. He was a little surprised at the chibi’s strength. “Hell no. I’m not a pervert. Let’s go Omi.”
The blond didn’t budge and Ken bit his lip as the blond began to lick and suck on his neck just like Yohji was doing to Aya. Then all thoughts of leaving evaporated as Omi unzipped him the rest of the way and slid a hand inside his pants.
Omi grasped ken firmly and began to stroke him. Ken bit his lip harder in an effort to stay quiet. The brunette’s breathing increased as he watched the show in front of him. Yohji’s hand traced a path down Aya’s abdomen and gripped his jutting cock. Aya’s moan could be heard clearly in the quiet house. Ken had never seen the coldly beautiful assassin in such a position. One of total abandonment and moaning Yohji’s name as he was thrust into. It sent a bolt of searing heat right to his groin.
Omi not satisfied with the restricted movement inside Ken’s tight jeans pushed them down to the athlete’s knees. His eyes widened as he felt Omi’s heated length press against his backside. Ken had no idea when the young man had removed the rest of his clothes.
”Lean forward a bit Ken.” Omi whispered in his ear.
”Omi we can’t... not here. Let’s go down..... Ahhh god.” Ken hissed as the blond resumed his stroking. Root to tip then back again. Somehow he had to keep quiet.
Omi and Ken watched the pair on the steps enjoy a slow leisurely fuck. Yohji grunted slightly with every thrust and Aya rocked back against him. His eyes were closed, head thrown back and gasping. Ken knew watching them was wrong but he’d lied when he said earlier that he did not want to watch. He did and it made him harder than he’d ever been in his life.
Ken’s breathing sped up as Omi rubbed up against him in mimicry of what was happening in front of them. The youngest assassin’s cock slid up and down the crack of his ass lubricated by his own pre-cum. The brunette wanted to close his eyes as sensations overwhelmed him. But he could not take his eyes off his two other team mates. Sweat glistened on Aya’s skin as he gripped the stairs tightly. When Aya started to beg Yohji to thrust harder, to go faster Ken thought he would come right there. He never thought he would ever hear Aya beg in such a low sensual voice.
”Would you like me to fuck you Ken? Just like that? Hard, fast and deep?” Oh god when Omi talked like that... so at odds with his innocent face and wide blue eyes Ken would have given him anything... let him do anything.
Unable to speak Ken just nodded. It was taking all his concentration just to stay quiet. The brunette opened his mouth when he felt Omi’s fingers press against his lips. He sucked on the digits getting them good and wet. Lacking lubrication they would have to use what nature had provided for them. The thought of having sex while watching Aya and Yohji was too enticing for them to break away and get the needed lube.
Omi pulled his dripping fingers from Ken’s mouth and the athlete could not hold back a gasp as the blond slid two of them down the cleft of his ass and then inside the tight passage. Ken grabbed the door frame as Omi pushed in deeper. The slap of wet skin on wet skin as Yohji slammed in and out of the redhead caused desire to rocket through Ken’s veins. He was going to come but he needed more... he needed his lover inside him.
”Omi...now. Please.” he pled in a strangled whisper.
The blond bit his shoulder and gathered the moisture from Ken’s weeping cock and added to his own. He slicked his length the best he could. It was not quite enough but Omi knew Ken did not mind a bit of pain. Not when he was this far gone. By the breathy tone in his voice the young man knew Ken was close to coming. He slid his fingers from their warm haven and replaced them with something a bit larger.
Now it was Omi’s turn to try and stay quiet as he slowly sank into his lover’s tight portal. He buried his head in Ken’s neck to stifle his long drawn out moan. The blond’s hand resumed stroking Ken’s cock as he pushed all the way inside. Omi knew he would not last long either. The scene in front of him was having the same effect as it did on Ken. Plus several weeks earlier Omi caught Aya and Yohji together one evening in the garage when they thought no one was home. The memory of Aya spread eagled on the hood of his white Porsche as Yohji pounded into him caused Omi to find Ken fuck him senseless
on more than one occasion.
Now they both watched the show on the stairs as Omi pulled back and thrust hard into Ken’s body. The slight pain from his lover’s rather abrupt penetration was nothing compared to the waves of ecstasy as the blond hit his sweet spot. He groaned rather loudly when Omi’s hand resumed its grip on his cock. Ken hung on as his lover matched the pair on the steps thrust for thrust and stroke for stroke.
Aya’s cries grew louder as Yohji urged him to come in a low husky voice. His hand tightened its grip on the redheads cock as Aya arched up into every deep penetration.
”Look at them Ken... aren’t they beautiful? Look at Yohji’s hand as he jerks Aya off. See how wet he is? Watch as Yohji’s buries himself into that pale ass again and again. Do you want to come just from watching them? Do you want me to fuck you harder... Just like Yohji?” Omi’s sinfully wicked words coupled with his sharp nips to Ken’s neck made him feel like he was going to explode. It took every ounce of Ken’s strength to stay on his feet as the deceptively innocent young man gave him the fucking of his life.
Aya’s moaned words that he was going to come and Yohji’s encouragement pushed Ken over the edge. Aya called Yohji’s name as streams of pearly fluid decorated the steps. Ken also shuddered and clenched the door frame as he spilled over Omi’s stroking hand. Hot jets of come spurted out and Ken thought he might just pass out from the intensity of it all.
Yohji pulled Aya upright as he leaned back on the landing. thrusting hard up into his lover as he too succumbed. His head rested on Aya’s shoulder he continued to thrust milking every last sensation from his own orgasm.
Omi was still hard and hot inside him and Ken gasped as he was gripped tightly. His oversensitive cock making Omi’s stroking hand a bit painful. The blond was too far gone to stop now and with a sharp inhalation Ken felt Omi’s teeth on his shoulder as the young assassin thrust once more and bathed Ken’s clenching passage with his warm seed.
Omi’s head collapsed on Ken’s back as he tried to regain his composure. Sucking in a lungful of air he reluctantly pulled himself from Ken’s tight embrace. He turned Ken in his arms and raised his dripping hand to the brunette’s lips. Ken greedily licked and sucked at the offered fingers till all evidence of his passion had been removed. Omi then kissed him deeply tasting the bitter tang of Ken’s release on his lips.
The blond was amazed that Ken had a kinky streak to match his own. Even though it sometimes took a little coaxing on his part to get his lover to try something new.
Through his post-coital haze Ken clearly heard Yohji’s next words.
“Love you Aya.”
Somehow he now felt like an intruder on what was meant to be a very private declaration.
”Ken we need to leave them alone now. Let’s go back downstairs.” Omi took him by the hand.
”Omi... I really love you even though you tend to surprise the hell out of me. Let’s watch the rest of that movie.” Ken glanced back at the pair on the steps.
Yohji sat on the landing with Aya curled in his lap. They looked so right together. Ken was glad that Aya had found someone to make him as happy as he was with Omi. Who would have thought Aya liked to cuddle? Ken filed that away for future blackmail potential. With a grin he let his blond lover lead him back downstairs. They stopped briefly in the kitchen so Omi could grab his clothes that had ended up flung on the floor and a carton of chocolate ice-cream and two spoons.
He knew Omi usually craved something sweet after they made love and sometimes Ken even ended up wearing what ever confection Omi chose.
Leading to another mind blowing bout of sex. Not that Ken minded at all...
Ken also learned that not all things that went bump in the night were to be feared.