Very, Very Easy

Sick Puppy

A/N: This takes place during the Takatori story arc, prior to Weiss finding out who Persia is or what he looks like, or before Omi gets his memory back.Also, I'm slightly bending the rules, and making Omi old enough so that it's not underage!

Siberian = Ken; Balinese = Yohji; Abyssinian = Aya; Bombay = Omi

+ denotes thoughts +

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"So, what do you do for fun around here?"

The young boy, young even by the standards of the nightclub he was in, smiled hopefully up at the pale faced man next to him.

Aya resisted the urge to throttle the boy. Aya'd been sent to the club by Yohji - Yohji of all people! - because he needed to (in Yohji's words) "Get that katana out of your ass, at least for one night!"

And now Aya was suffering in the worst way. Beautiful boys kept hitting on him, which was great for his ego, but shooting them down involved him actually talking to them, something he tried to avoid doing, even with his friends.

The young boy slid an arm around Aya's waist, unable to reach any higher. "Why don't we go somewhere quiet?" he asked, bright blue eyes glinting.

The boy was short, about Omi's height, and had similar coloured hair. He did, thankfully, have better dress sense than the youngest assassin, and was wearing skin tight leather pants that looked as if they'd been sprayed on. He also had a tight black top that clearly showed the outline of the ring he wore through one nipple.

Aya felt himself running short of breath. This boy was gorgeous, so like Omi. Omi, who he dreamt about; Omi who he wanted to touch; Omi who he wanted to fuck so badly he could taste it. His cock leapt at the thought of his young friend, and the boy next to him gave an approving moan.

"I thought I could tempt you," he murmured before licking the side of Aya's face and nuzzling an ear. "Why don't you take me home?"

Aya's thoughts were pulled back from the delights of Omi's body, and settled solidly back in the here and now. The boy. Aya HAD to get rid of him.

"No," he said coldly, and, yanking himself free of the tempting youngster, he stalked out of the club.

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Aya walked slowly home, smoking cigarette after cigarette. He rarely allowed himself the luxury of a cig, but right now he needed it. His hands shook so badly that he struggled to hold the lighter against the end of each cylinder long enough for it to start burning.

Yohji. This was all Yohji's fault. The bastard had somehow figured out how Aya felt about Omi and had suggested that he took a trip to this club, because it was full of (again, in Yohji's words) "Gorgeous boy toys, just begging to be fucked!"

And all because Aya was too controlled to let himself just take what he wanted. He knew, because Omi hardly kept it a secret, that the other was rampantly gay, and that he was also very, very easy.

According to Ken, Omi had slept with (in no particular order): Ken, Crawford, Nagi, Persia, and had even contemplated Farfarello, but had decided against it.

Aya could understand shagging Ken. Could even understand Crawford, despite his being a bastard and the enemy, and Nagi was certainly cute in a little boy way, but Persia? The guy (what little they had ever seen of him) was old enough to be Omi's father! And as for Farfarello? Aya shuddered at the thought of that maniac ever getting his hands on Omi's young body.

+ Damn. Home already. +

Aya let himself in and, without turning on the lights, silently made his way to his room. He kicked the door most of the way closed and began peeling the tight violet coloured top off. It exactly matched his eyes, which was why Yohji had bought it for him, and coupled with the satin black pants and boots it was an appealing outfit. A little too appealing. And also useless at hiding his arousal.

Naked, Aya rubbed irritably at his shaft, willing the erection away.

Now, you and I both know that rubbing a cock only makes it HARDER, but Aya wasn't thinking too clearly, doped up on cigarettes and alcohol, and so we must forgive him his foolish gesture.

+ I'm tired. Would you PLEASE just go away? +

Aya stood in the middle of his room, his legs slightly apart, and grasped his cock firmly. The moonlight came in through a crack in his curtains and landed exactly on his aching length.

Slowly, the red head rubbed his appendage, grunting as the skin was tugged in a pleasurable way. A drop of white fluid glistened in the moonlight and Aya idly rubbed his thumb in the pool. The action drew a strangled gasp from him, and his hips jerked reflexively.

Aya lowered his eyes to his reddened cock, drinking in the sight of that part of him that refused to be controlled. Even glaring at it didn't help. In fact, it twitched in response.

Aya tightened his grip and began pumping. Hard. His hips slammed against his hand, whilst his balls slapped against his own thighs with each thrust.

A ribbon of pre-cum dribbled down his shaft, rubbed around his skin by his strong fingers, easing his cock's movement against his palm.

The tension in his body too great to resist anymore, Aya dropped to his knees, a moan struggling out of his throat. He threw his head back, eyes closed as he fucked his own hand over and over again. A steady stream of fluid appeared at his tip and was swiped away by his calloused thumb. His thumb kept returning to his slit and pressing hard against it, and each time it did, he choked back a cry and ground even harder into his encircling fingers.

Finally unable to hold his release back, Aya gritted his teeth to hold back a scream as his seed spurted painfully out of his spasming body.

The moonlight splashed across the red-head's pale back, playing over his shifting muscles. His chest heaved as he gasped for air. His pale hand still curled around his now sated length, covered with his hot, sticky seed.

"Aya," A low voice breathed the word, made it sound like a prayer.

+ Oh God! Please, if there is anyone up there, let me die! I'm on my knees covered in cum, and someone wants to talk to me! +

"Aya," the person said again, and behind Aya his bed creaked.

+ Oh. My. GOD. Someone WATCHED me wank? Oh. God. +

There was the sound of someone moving across the carpet, and then a body was pressing against his back; a cock pressing against his ass.

"Aya. Aya. Aya. Aya." The person rocked his hips against the other's ass with each exhalation of his name.

The red head craned his neck and squeaked in a most un-Aya-like way. "Omi?"

+ Shit! Shit! Breathe Ran! Breathe! +

"Want you," the other crooned, still grinding against the taller assassin.

+ Need to get out of this situation! +

Aya stood up and spun on his heel, glaring at the other.

Omi moaned and began licking the cool semen off Aya's stomach and hands. He nuzzled the cock, kissing it and the dangling testicles reverently.

"Aya," Omi breathed, "Fuck me,"

The moonlight shone silently on the two still figures. Omi knelt by Aya's cock, breathing harshly, desire burning through him. Aya had threaded one hand slowly into Omi's messy locks and his fingers were unmoving as the fickle light wavered on the pair of assassins.

Omi waited, not daring to breathe. He had wanted Aya ever since the gorgeous red-head had joined Weiss, but at first Omi had thought he had had no chance, but not anymore. He knew, because Yohji had told him, that Abyssinian wanted Bombay as badly as Bombay wanted Abyssinian.

Some of the tension seemed to seep out of the standing assassin, and Omi allowed himself to relax. He shifted, wanting to feel the thing moving inside him. The thing he had placed there over an hour ago, before arranging himself on Aya's bed. He had known that Aya would come back without some nameless fuck toy, had known the other would return and would be cursing Yohji for irritating him and denying him an evening of sulking and moping. Omi had realised all this, and had also understood that if he wanted Aya on him, IN him, then he would have to make it blatantly obvious to Weiss' leader.

Now he turned his attention to the delightfully limp cock in front of him. He was determined for it not to remain limp for long, and he pulled it gently into his mouth, rolling down the foreskin with careful teeth. His eager tongue darted across the hidden tip, lapping sinfully at the suddenly hardening flesh.

Omi was a master at giving head. Ken had experienced the wonder of an Omi blow job many times and had always told Omi that no-one, NO-ONE gave head like he did. And Ken would know, being the slut he was.

Omi sucked briefly on the shaft, burying his nose against the springy red curls.

+ Natural red-head, then. + Omi thought as Aya's tip nudged the back of his throat.

Omi swallowed around the head, squeezing it rhythmically. Aya gasped and clutched the blond hair tighter, his eyes glassy.

Bombay hummed slightly, before beginning the necessary movement to bring Abyssinian off. His head bobbed faster and faster, tongue pressing hard against the throbbing cock. Omi was moaning around it, he wanted it inside him, wanted the feel of it in his mouth, but needed it in his ass, needed Aya to fuck him til he couldn't walk.

Omi suddenly remembered the plan he had come up with. He forced himself off Aya's dripping member and stood, rubbing his own wet length against the other man's.

"I want to show you something," Omi said by way of explanation. He tugged on Aya's prick, causing a moan from the other man.

Omi settled on the bed, legs crossed, his lap-top appearing from nowhere. "Here," he said, after Aya had seated himself directly behind the smaller boy, legs wide apart so that his twitching heat was rocking against Omi's skin.

"Mmmm," Omi groaned, but still clicked on the necessary file.

Aya's eyes widened. He didn't know how Omi had done it, or where he had got the video footage from, but on-screen Omi was giving head to a very happy Aya. It wasn't what had just happened as the film being played showed daylight, and showed Omi wearing a leather collar with a silver chain attached, which Aya kept tugging. Between Omi's pert buttocks, a butt plug just emerged; this had a thick leather tail swinging from it, forcing the plug into an awkward angle in his ass.

The video played on.

Omi sucked Aya to completion before settling happily on his back on the large bed that dominated the room.

Aya didn't recognise the place or the bed, but his cock was acknowledging the delicious scene he was watching.

The video showed Aya putting a pair of handcuffs around Omi's wrists, chaining him to the iron head board. Then a length of rope was tied around Omi's left ankle before being tied to the head board. The video Omi sobbed at the uncomfortable position, and the real Omi squirmed a little. As a final touch, the video Aya forced a cock ring onto Omi's erection before sucking it.

At this, both video Omi and real Omi cried out.

The film continued with Aya crouching over the youngster's head, his used penis brushing the other's lips. A tug on the chain parted Omi's lips and the limp flesh filled the other's mouth. Just like in reality, Omi set to work eagerly to harden the appendage, rocking his own hips as much as possible to ease the burning in his trapped shaft.

The video Aya allowed Omi to harden him before pulling free and moving away from the bed. On film, Bombay squirmed as Abyssinian moved out of camera shot and returned carrying a length of black fabric. He stuffed some of it into Omi's mouth, before wrapping more around to hold it in place. Gagged and bound, Omi could only plead with his eyes.

Aya knelt between Omi's legs and slowly, so very slowly, eased the plug from the small body. Omi's hands had curled into fists, and tears poured from his eyes as the impressive plug was finally pulled out. Abyssinian rubbed it against Bombay's cock, watching the other arch and tremble. It was thrown to one side and at long last Aya pushed Omi's free leg even further open and tilted the boy's hips up as far as possible.

For a long, long moment Aya didn't move.

Savagely he thrust his thick shaft deep into Omi, smiling a cruel smile as the other's muffled scream sounded. Without giving his victim time to adjust, he began pounding hard and fast into the young body. His hands gripped the hips painfully hard as he pulled the other onto his stiff length over and over again.

Underneath him, Omi writhed and shuddered, body rocking with the sheer force of Aya's thrusts. His free leg was tight about Aya's back, his heel digging in to push the taller man even deeper into him. He brought his hips up to meet the violent movements, cries of pleasure spilling out, even through the thick gag.

The two viewers were rocking together as they watched the erotic display, their movements speeding up to match those on the film.

The video Aya threw his head back, his entire body locking as he shouted his release, his cock still burying itself in Omi's helpless body.

Aya tugged himself free and stared at the figure on the bed. Omi met his stare, eyes pleading for the release he longed for and was denied.

The handcuffs were undone and the gag was taken out. Abyssinian freed the leg and re-tied it, this time to the foot board. He grabbed a second length of rope and bound Bombay's other leg to the foot board as well. Then he tugged on the delicate chain, pulling Omi over, folding the boy in half, until he was staring at his own throbbing erection.

On the video, the red-head hardened for a third time and sat on the sheets, cock standing proudly between his legs. He pulled Omi up and onto the shaft, forcing the other to accept the hardness into his sore entrance. Omi choked back a sob.

Aya forced the blond head down until its lips were wrapped around its own aching, desperate erection. Under the boy, Aya moved slowly, rocking gently, enjoying the feel of the body he was fucking.

Omi's eyes were wet with tears as he sucked his own penis, desperate to cum, but unable to because of the cock-ring. His tears fell freely, and, muffled around his mouthful, he could be heard begging.

Abyssinian ignored the quiet sounds. He reached a hand between Bombay's splayed legs and fondled the other's swollen balls. Omi's sacs were drawn tight against his body, longing to force his semen out of him, but it was impossible.

Aya's hand strayed lower, moved to where his body joined Omi's. Idly he rubbed the root of his cock, powering up into the youngster easily. With his other hand, Aya tapped Omi's back.

Omi released his shaft, saliva clinging on its tip and the boy turned his head to gaze hopefully, needfully, at his tormentor.

Aya slowly rolled the ring off, but gripped the balls, tugging them away from Omi's body.

"Suck yourself," The red-head commanded, eyes intense.

Omi bent his aching back and again took himself into his mouth.

Aya clung onto the testicles as his thrusts gained in power and need. Above him, Omi clutched the sheets for balance, whimpering slightly.

Aya was lifting his buttocks clear off the bed with every thrust now, cock slamming in and out of the smaller boy.

Close to coming, Aya bent his head and said gently, "Cum for me, Bombay," He released his death grip on Omi's balls and the boy's shriek of completion sounded shrilly to the two watchers.

The younger assassin lurched hard into his own mouth, pumping frantically, seed spilling from his lips. Under him, Aya arched his back and came, filling Omi yet again with his seed.

The two fell onto the bed, Aya lying on his back, Omi still bound, sticky white fluid trailing down his chin, eyes bright, exhausted.

The video ended with Aya slowly winding one leg around Omi's stomach and drifting into sleep.

Omi busied himself with turning off his lap-top, rather than looking into Aya's intense gaze.

"Get on your knees," Aya ordered, throat sounding choked.

Omi obeyed, one hand curling around his computer.

The red-head shifted, legs nestling between Omi's. He rubbed his shaft between the beautiful buttocks, and felt an unexpected hardness there.

"What?" he muttered as he tugged on the butt plug. It slid out easily, glistening with lubricant.

Omi moaned, feeling empty.

Aya stared at the inviting hole, before he bent and kissed it, slipping his tongue easily into the gaping passage.

"Mine," he growled as he once again began rubbing between Omi's cheeks.

Bombay's death grip on his lap-top continued, he was scared and overwhelmed with sensation.

"Please," Omi begged when it seemed that Aya was just going to continue to torment him. "Please,"

His pleading changed to a helpless sob as Abyssinian slammed his leaking, aching, rock hard cock deep into the slick channel. He filled the boy, stretching him, possessing him.

"Mine," he ground out, his hips pounding into Omi, forcing his cock ever deeper. He rammed himself in, pistoning deep into the slight body.

Omi clawed at the blankets, at his computer, dropped his head and screamed as Aya's cock ruthlessly raked over his prostrate again and again.

"Mine!" Aya gasped as his shaft was clutched by the tight hot passage, his bulbous tip slamming into the walls of Omi's avenue, hitting a slight bump each time.

Omi's throat was sore from screaming; he was crying silent tears, mouth open, sucking in as much oxygen as possible. His legs were wide open, Aya's body tight between them, and he could feel the brush of Aya's pubic hair with every brutal shove into him. His cock was pressed against his stomach, soaked with his pre-cum. Omi longed to stroke himself, but he needed both hands on the bed to steady himself as Aya lunged again and again into his body.

"Mine!" Aya sobbed, one hand dropping to Omi's shaft. His hand moved easily around it, it was so slick. Abyssinian squeezed the length tightly, pulling on the outer skin roughly.

"Y-Yours!" Omi cried as he came, seed pouring out of him to cover Aya's hand, bed, and Omi's chest.

Aya howled as he filled his lover's body with his seed. Hips jerked as he forced his semen as deep into the other as possible.

"Mine," he panted, before collapsing on Omi's sweaty back.

Bombay crumpled under the extra weight and slumped onto the bed, uncaring that he was lying in the wet patch, oblivious to the lap-top he was crushing. Aya was in his ass and against his body. What more could he ask for?

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Ken peered around the door at the two motionless figures.

"It worked," he whispered to Yohji.

The green-eyed assassin gave a seductive smile. "Of course it worked. I knew Aya would come back from the club frustrated,..."

"...and little Omi was there to relieve his tension! And Omi is very, very easy!" Ken continued then sniggered.

"I can't believe Aya actually believed me when I said Omi had fucked Crawford, Nagi and Persia!"

Yohji grinned, pulling the other under him, "But the best was when you said Omi had considered Farfarello!"

The ex-detective pulled on Ken's mouth. It was the footballer who finally broke the silence. "I hope Aya has realised what he's getting himself into, Omi's got an appetite like you would not believe!"

"Worse than mine, baby?" Yohji asked, pushing his groin against Ken's.

"Worse than yours. Far worse! The things he imagines..."

"Hmmm, I feel a challenge coming on. Pass me that burst football of yours!..."