Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WK characters or names. This fic is a little sappy, a little angsty, a little dramatic... a little bit of everything that Yoji and Omi would have to go through in a real relationship. Please enjoy reading this fic!


Sweet Summer Nights: Part Five

Yoji hated himself. He grumbled as he picked up the bouquet of roses and headed out the door. “Damn you. My little Omi-chan. Why do you make me feel so guilty? I never meant to make you fall in love with me.”

He wiped away a tear that sparkled in his jaded eye. *Forget about him. He doesn’t love you, remember? He doesn’t know you at all. How can he love something he doesn’t know?* Yet it was still difficult to convince himself that the boy looked at him with less than absolute love. Those sapphire eyes, so understanding.

“Yoji.” He paused. Ken stood in front of him, arms crossed and legs tense. It was if he waited for a battle.

“What?” Every time he looked at Ken, he had to feel a little jealous. Omi was very close to this young man.

“You can’t go on a date.” He said it as a command, not a request.

“Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do? I’ll go anywhere I damn well please, and at any time I want.” He prepared to barrel right past the young man, but was stopped when those charcoal eyes met his own. They were fiery and insistent.

Ken lifted his chin in mute defiance.

“Get out of my way,” he demanded.

“You bastard. You would do this to Omi just to satisfy yourself? You’re more of a coward than I thought.” He did not falter under the slicing glare that Yoji cast his way. “He’s hurting, Yoji. He loves you.”

“How would you know? You’re too busy fucking Aya to notice anything that goes on around here.”

Ken’s lips curled back in a snarl. “What about you, Yoji? You would bed anything that walks to keep your hormones under control. So I fuck Aya? So Aya fucks me? What the hell does it matter to you? At least he’s the only one I sleep with.”

Yoji clutched the flowers he held in a white-knuckled fist. He could feel their juices beginning to run down his fingers as he squeezed the life out of them. “Shut up!” He could think of nothing more to say.

“Speechless, Yoji? Or just dumbfounded by the truth?” He took a step forward. “I love Aya. Enough to be completely faithful to him. I would die just to make him happy.” He looked down at the floor.

When his stare snapped back to Yoji, it burned with a passionate fire. “You love Omi. And how do you show it? By going out with some woman who could care a less about you! She may give you pleasure and she may give you excitement, but will she ever be able to make your heart ache? Not with pain, but with a love so strong that it threatens to consume your very soul!?”

Yoji stood stock still, listening to the young man spout forth his emotions.

“How can you love someone so much and just cast them aside?” he continued. “Especially when you know that they love you in return?”

“I...” He could find no immediate answer. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Ken laughed bemusedly. “You know what? I probably wouldn’t. I can think of nothing you could say that would make me understand how you could just cast Omi aside like you have. It’s just pretty damn stupid if you ask me!”

Yoji approached him until he stood right up in his face. “I don’t need your insults right now, Ken. Just leave me alone.”

Ken took on a sad expression. He balled his hand up into a tight fist and punched Yoji in the stomach. Hard.

He doubled over, dropping the flowers. It felt as if his insides had just been ripped out. He could almost feel the internal bleeding. “Fuck... you... Ken!” he breathed through clenched teeth.

“Did it hurt?” he asked. His voice was not angry or evil. It was sad.

“Like Hell you little bastard!”

“I just thought you should know, Yoji. The pain you feel in your stomach can only begin to compare what Omi is now feeling in his soul. It’s an internal pain that can not be healed with drugs or doctors.” He picked the carnations up off the floor and handed them to the man, who had straightened himself up. “These don’t belong to any woman. They belong to a boy who loves you.”

Yoji took the bouquet. “Did I ever tell you how incredibly convincing you are?” he asked through a painful smile.

“You can thank me later. Now, I have someone waiting for me.”


“Yeah?” He turned around before entering his room.

“I’m sorry for what I said about Aya. I’ve always envied the two of you.”

“I know. It’s okay.” He smiled and closed the door behind him.


Omi was still a bit feverish. He shuddered with a slight chill and took some painkillers for his headache. He hated taking medicine, but he also hated headaches. With a disgruntled sigh, he sat on the couch and curled up under a thick woolen blanket.

He sat bolt upright as someone knocked on the door. A nervous sweat suddenly glazed his forehead. He placed his hand on the knob and took a deep breath.

“Omi?” It was Yoji’s voice. “Please open the door. We need to talk.”

Omi opened the door in a flash. He stared up at the man with hopeful eyes.

He handed the boy the bunch of carnations. “These are for you, my little Omi-chan.” He walked in and swept his comrade in a strong embrace.

Omi pushed away roughly. “What are you doing? You think you can just walk in here and act like nothing ever happened? As if you never said that I should leave you alone? As if you never refused me?”

Yoji hung his head. “Omi, I’m an asshole.”

“I know.” He glared at the man.

“Why do you love me? What can possibly make me good enough for you?”

Omi faltered. “Yoji. You are beautiful. You are wonderful. You are perfect.”

“No, I’m not perfect. A perfect person would never have hurt you. The only thing I’ve perfected is being an asshole.” He tried again to hold his affection. He smiled when there was no struggle. The youngster’s body was so warm and small in his arms. “I love you. I always will.”

“Yoji...” he whimpered, encircling his neck with trembling arms. “Oh God. I love you too!”

“Omi, let me keep you. I’m sorry about refusing you earlier, but... I was afraid. Afraid that your love was too good to be true. How could someone like you love something like me?” He buried his nose into that cherry-scented hair.

“Because you love me, too. Stop talking and just hold me.” He laid his head into his love’s broad chest.

Yoji couldn’t have spoken if he wanted to. Omi’s slight body pressed into him, and he was swept into a whirlwind of desire. His smell, his warmth, his love... it was all so intoxicating. He found it difficult to breathe. With a grunt, he gently pushed the boy from his arms in order to control himself.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he was pushed away.

“Don’t worry, my little Omi-chan. It’s not you. I’m just focusing on controlling myself. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

Omi’s gaze traveled down the man’s chest to rest on his straining crotch. His eyes widened in shock. “Oh!” He looked away hurriedly. He was suddenly very uncomfortable.

“Not until you’re completely ready for that.” He once again took him in his arms, calmer now. “May I kiss you? Will you give me the honor?”

Omi replied by entwining his fingers through long wavy locks and standing on the tips of his toes. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and puckered his luscious pink lips.

Yoji chuckled. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the boy’s mouth. It made him immediately hungry for more. He ran his tongue ever so slowly across them, tasting them, laving them. “So sweet,” he murmured. He licked at the boy’s bottom lip playfully, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Omi moaned as fire pulsed through his veins, growing hotter with each heartbeat. He threw his head back and parted his lips. Yoji grabbed his backside painfully hard and locked their pelvises together. The man thrust his tongue into that sweet mouth, drinking the taste of its nectar.

“Omi,” he breathed. He gripped his buttocks even harder and lifted him from the floor. “I want you so bad!”

“Yoji-kun!” he cried as the man’s thigh slid between his legs.

Yoji let him ride his muscular thigh, enjoying the boy’s little whimpers and cries. “I’ll make you feel good.” His brows rose in surprise when he felt a slight stirring against his leg. Omi had reacted. “Mmm. That’s it, baby.”

Omi leaned back against the wall and rode Yoji’s thigh. He arched his back. “Yoji-kun! Please... not yet!” he cried. Tears of pleasure and desire ran down his beautiful face.

Yoji lifted his thigh higher between Omi’s legs. “I want to give you pleasure, baby. I can make you feel so good without even having to reach into your pants.” He began to thrust his thigh under the boy to a rolling rhythm. “How’s that? Tell me how it feels, my little Omi-chan.” He began to rain tender kisses down the boy’s sweating neck, licking up the salty dampness.

“No, Yoji-kun! Not yet! I’m going to... I’m going to...!!!” He cried out and arched his back, hips beginning to match the pace with Yoji’s muscular thigh. “Stop, please!”

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” he breathed huskily into the boy’s ear, licking it.

He rode Yoji harder. “Don’t make me... not yet. I want it to be special.” He gasped and moaned with ecstasy as his erection was rubbed into the firm muscles beneath him. “I’m going to... I... stop Yoji!”

Yoji reluctantly let Omi rest his feet on the floor and removed his thigh. “You’re sure you don’t want me to continue? I want to make you feel good.”

“I’m sure.” His knees quaked. Yoji caught him as he nearly fell. “Yoji, where did you learn to do that? I mean, I thought you had never been with a male before.”

“I haven’t. It’s just that women like it so much.” He sniggered, aware of his own arousal as it tried to jump out of his pants.

Omi leaned on the man, still breathing hard. These desires were completely new to him. He had never experienced anything so magical in all his life, as short as it had been. He had been so close to a climax... a heartbeat away, and Yoji had not even had to touch his bare skin. It made him feel elated and fearful at the same time. “I love you,” he whispered. He stood and kissed his love viciously, biting gently into his bottom lip and thrusting his tongue in.

Yoji let himself go as the boy kissed him. It was an inexperienced movement, but it still left him dizzy with lust. Omi had a strange power over him. “You’re good for a first-timer.”

He blushed adorably. “How can you tell I’m a virgin?”

Yoji had to laugh. “No offense, but it’s pretty obvious. But it makes me feel even more unworthy. You’re so fresh, and I’ve been... around.” He said it lightly.

“Yoji, it’s okay. I love you.”

“I know.” He picked the youngster up off the floor and carried him to the bedroom. “Wanna sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Sure,” he replied. His shimmering blue gaze roamed freely over Yoji’s body as they stripped to their underwear. “You... you’re so... um...” he began stuttering.

Yoji chuckled, noticing his own heavy erection straining against the cloth. “Big?”


“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle our first time around. I promise.” He laid down and motioned for the boy to climb in beside him. He enfolded him within his strong arms and sprinkled his neck with kisses. “When do you want to do it?”

Omi closed his eyes and grunted as one of the man’s hands cupped his bottom and pulled him against him. The other stroked its way through his hair. “Whenever it feels right. I trust you will wait?”

“I would wait forever.” He buried his face into his neck. “Are you still sick?”

“Just a little.” He remembered the pills he had taken as a wave of sleepiness washed over him. “I need to go to sleep, Yoji-kun. Will you be here when I wake up?”



The next morning was bright and sunny. It was warmer than it had been in days, and birds sang sweetly among the fragile sakura blossoms. A light breeze drifted through them, sending petals floating like silky pink clouds through the atmosphere. The sky was a deep blue abyss, stretching like unwrinkled silk in every direction.

“Good morning,” Yoji said as he threw the covers off of Omi. “Get up.”

“Who are you to be telling me to get up? You who sleep in every morning and show up late for work.” He placed a pillow over his face.

Yoji suddenly hooked his fingers over the waist of Omi’s boxers and began to pull them off.

“EEK!” he cried, lashing out with his legs. He sat up and glared at the man.

“Thought that might work. Now get up.”

He rubbed his blue eyes and muttered something nasty under his breath. His gaze fell on the clock. “What? The shop opened an hour ago! I’ve never been late for work in all my life.”

“First time for everything,” Yoji smirked. He leaned down and swept his love into a deep kiss. He let his tongue stroke lazily over Omi’s soft pink muscle, licking up its wetness. “You taste so heavenly,” he said with all seriousness as they parted.

“Mmm,” he moaned, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck as he was lifted from the bed. “Not as good as you, I promise.”

“You flatterer.” He smiled affectionately. “Come on, baby. Let’s get dressed and head downstairs before Aya and Ken get angry.”


Half an hour later, they showed up for work. Omi took his place tending the flowers while Yoji recorded orders over the phone. He wrote them in a booklet.

The phone rang, and he went to answer it. “Oh, um, hi Valerie.”

Omi’s strained to listen. That was the girl’s name he had been supposed to meet twice in a row, but had given up. He smiled at the distressed expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“No, I didn’t forget. Something came up. Something very important.” He paused as if to listen to the woman. “Yes, it was him again. No, I can’t go out tonight. Yes, I’m staying with him.”

“Yoji!” Omi called loudly, making sure the woman on the phone could hear. “Get your sexy ass over here and help me!”

Yoji actually blushed. He restrained from letting his mouth hang open in awe. He suddenly remembered the phone in his hand. “Valerie? Are you there? Valerie?” He laughed and hung up the phone. “Omi, you dirty little tease!”

“Well, you really do have a sexy ass,” he said quietly.

“Not as sexy as yours.” He wrapped his arms around the boy’s tiny waist and cupped his bottom, squeezing it roughly.

“Um, we’re being watched.” His face blanched, and he struggled out the man’s embrace.

At least a dozen customers had stopped to stare.

“Love you.” Omi’s eyes sparkled up at him.

“Love you too.” He smiled down at him. “Wanna ditch work?”

“I don’t do that, Yoji. You know that.” He slapped him playfully on the chest, his face beginning to regain its color. He stood up and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth.

“Awww, how kawaii!” said an excitable Ken.

“Oh, hey Ken-kun,” Omi said. “How’s Aya?”

“He’s good.” He hung a pot of gardenias from a hook on the ceiling. “Hey, if you two have something else ‘more important’ to do, Aya and I can take care of the shop.”

Yoji smiled brightly. “You’re an angel sent from Heaven, Ken. Omi and I will make it up to you.”

“I know you will.” He smiled craftily. “Have a good time.”

“Come on, Omi. I’m going to take you for a tour around town. How about it?” Yoji grabbed his tiny love by the hand and drug him into the sunlight. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks, Yoji.” He entwined their fingers together. “Let’s go, handsome.”

“So eager!” he teased.

They walked out onto the sidewalk, hand in hand, ignoring the many stares that turned their way. Omi had never been happier, and Yoji had never been more proud of his date. He had the most beautiful boy in the world at his side.

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