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!

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Sweet Summer Nights: Part Three

Omi awoke the next morning and smiled, stretching. He rolled over, expecting to see Yoji beside him. He was thoroughly disappointed to find that the older man had already left. The bed seemed much too large and empty all of a sudden.

He rose slowly from the bed and walked into the bathroom, where he took a long shower. Steam plastered the mirrors by the time he exited it. Throwing on some denim shorts and an undershirt, he made his way downstairs. Aya, Ken, and Yoji sat in the main room, reading a newspaper or watching television. The sky was dreary outside. It might rain later.

“Good morning guys,” he called as he took a seat beside Ken on the couch.

Aya grumbled something in return, and Ken smiled. “Good morning Omi,” he said.

Yoji looked up from his book to study the boy. It was as if he could still feel him in his arms. He had left early that morning in order to keep the other guys from wondering why he had stayed the night at Omi’s. “Hey. Sleep well?”

Omi blushed adorably and cast his gaze to the floor. “Yeah.”

“I’ve got a date tonight. I guess I should go figure out what to wear.” He stood and stretched his lithe body. “I’ll see y’all later tonight, if I’m unlucky.” He winked.

Omi felt a strange feeling welling within him. Jealousy. He watched the man exit the room with a pained expression. He wanted to chase after him and ask him to stay, but he knew it would do no good. Yoji liked women. It was best just to forget the last two nights that they had spent together.

Ken noticed the exchange and suddenly felt sorry for Omi. “Would you like to go to the park with me today? We could just have a fun day outside.”

Right outside the door, Yoji paused. Was it possible that Ken was interested in Omi? He shook his head. No, Ken was definitely in love with Aya. Yet he stood as quietly as possible, waiting for the boy’s answer.

“Sure, Ken-kun. When do you wanna go?”

Yoji felt his heart drop to the floor. Did Omi like Ken? It was highly possible. After all, they had so much in common. *Why do I care who Omi has a crush on? It doesn’t matter to me.* He squared his shoulders and went to get ready for his date.

Omi sighed, frowning. Just because Yoji couldn’t be with him didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun. To turn down Ken’s offer would be rude. He tried his best to smile and act happily as Ken, Aya, and himself made their way to the park.

Ken dribbled the soccer ball with his feet, never missing a beat. His face was one of stern concentration. He kicked the ball into the air and caught with his knees, bouncing it back and forth. Aya watched him through slitted violet eyes as if to record each movement.

“You’re so good, Ken-kun!” Omi laughed, clapping his hands.

“Would you like to try it?” He kicked the ball to Omi, who caught it doubtfully in his tiny hands.

“Um, I don’t know...”

Aya got up from his perch on the bench and took the ball. “Mind if I try?”

Ken’s face turned red with a deep blush. “If you want.”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.” His voice carried a tone that neither boy could discern. He balanced the ball expertly in one hand. Tossing it into the air, he hit it with one knee as it came down. He dribbled it from side to side on each knee as if he had been trained to do so.

“Aya, I didn’t know you knew how to do that.” Ken stammered.

The red head shrugged. “I didn’t until now.”

“Oh.” His blush darkened to a scarlet shade and spread down his neck.

Was that a smile Omi saw ghosting across Aya’s lips? He couldn’t be sure, for it disappeared as quickly as it had formed. He shivered as a chill wind blew across the park. A raindrop sprinkled on his arm. “Hey guys, it’s starting to rain.”

“We’ll head back in just a minute,” Ken said. “I want to teach Aya how to do it with his feet.”

The pale man watched Omi shivering. “We need to go back. Omi gets sick easily.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll go back by myself.” Omi got up from the bench and began his walk back to their complex. He trembled as the sprinkles turned into a hard rain, soaking him through in a matter of seconds. He took off at a run down the sidewalk, moving as quickly as possible in his sopping clothes.

He slammed the door of the shop open and entered. His teeth chattered, his legs shook, and he was chilled to the bone. With a shaky sigh, he began his ascent up the stairs, sneezing the whole way.

Omi nearly fell backwards as the door opened in front of him. Yoji made his way out of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy silk tuxedo and carrying a dozen red and white roses. When his verdant eyes landed on the boy, he stopped in midstep.

“Why are you soaking wet?” he asked him.

“I got caught out in the rain.” He sneezed and ran the back of his hand over his running nose.

“I know that. How?”

“I was with Aya and Ken at the park...” That was all he could get out before he was sent into a fit of coughing and sputtering. He leaned against the wall for support.

Yoji’s eyes clouded over. “Let’s get you dry and warm,” he said gently.

“No, I’m okay.” He refused the offer, trying to push past the man.

“Come on, Omi-chan. Let me help you.” He offered his hand for assistance, but it was brushed aside.

“You have a date to go to. I’ll be okay.”

“Damn it, boy, I’m going to help you,” he growled, dropping the bouquet of roses and literally picking Omi up off the floor. He threw the youngster over one shoulder and made his way back into his own apartment.

“Put me... down!” he protested between sneezes. He struggled weakly in the man’s powerful grip.

“Okay.” He set the boy down gently in the bathroom and turned on the hot faucet to the tub. Then he locked the bathroom door.

Omi’s eyes grew big and scared. “Why... (ACHOO!) did you... (ACHOO!) lock the door...? ACHOOOO!” His sneezes racked his entire body like miniature earth quakes.

“Because I’m not going to let you run away. Now take your clothes off.”

“No!”

“Stop being silly, Omi. I’m not going to hurt you.” He glowered at the strawberry blonde as he backed up against the wall. “Am I going to have to force them off of you, or are you going to do it yourself?”

Omi did as he was told reluctantly. *Oh God. I’m going to be naked in the same room with Yoji. And he’s going to be looking! Please Lord, don’t let anything weird happen that’ll embarrass me.*

Yoji watched the boy undress impatiently, tapping one foot on the tile. He couldn’t help feeling somewhat uncomfortable. His attraction to Omi had grown within the past few days, and he could not ignore that. Especially when the small, delicate, and frightened boy stood naked before him, shivering with cold, seeming so helpless. He reached out, refusing to let his gaze stray below the youngster’s waist, and gradually set him in the warmed pool of water.

“Now, just relax. The water will warm you. Is that better?”

Omi nodded. He couldn’t look into Yoji’s concerned eyes. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You’ll probably still get sick.” It was good to feel needed for once. “I’ll go find you some dry clothes. Where do you keep your clean clothes?”

“In my closet.” He rolled his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll be back.”

Yoji walked into Omi’s unlocked apartment. *He needs to be more cautious. I’ll have to talk to him about that.* He went into the boy’s bedroom and opened his closet door. “Awww, how cute!” he drawled as his eyes landed on a pair of short cut-off khaki shorts. “Too bad I have to dress him in something warm.”

He selected a pair of black sweat pants and a pink sweater. “Pink? That’s strange!” He shrugged and smirked. “I think I’ll torture him a little.”

He searched the boy’s dresser drawers for underwear and socks. He found a pair of normal white socks. When he opened his underwear drawer, he was completely surprised. “He sure likes patterns.” They were mostly soft blue, white, or yellow with little chibi animal prints. Sniggering, he selected a pair of white boxers with a yellow piyo pattern.

“You have good taste in clothes,” he said as he once again entered the bathroom where Omi bathed.

The boy’s skin now had a sickly pallor, and his eyes were red-rimmed. His sneezes and trembling grew worse with each minute that passed. “Yoji...” he whispered through chattering teeth. “You... tease me... too much.”

“Omi, you’re worrying me.” He checked the boy’s forehead and found it searing hot. “Come on and get dressed.”

“I don’t think that I can get up.”

Yoji’s concern tripled. He slid his arms under the water, completely ruining the sleeves of his silk tuxedo. But he didn’t care. Lifting Omi carefully out of the tub, he set him on his feet. His eyes roamed unwillingly over the youngster’s slender, smooth body, taking in every detail. He had a firm chest, tiny waist, slim arms, shapely thighs, and the most beautiful little round bottom he had ever seen. He completely avoided Omi’s manhood, giving the boy at least a small amount of modesty. He found himself longing to taste that shallow navel.

Swallowing hard, he turned around to let his new affection dress. It was only a second before Omi let out a small cry of desperation.

“Damn it!” he cursed as tears began to flow down his face. “I... I can’t even get my underwear on!” His sobs mixed with his sneezes.

“Shhh. It’s okay, my little Omi-chan. Let me help you.”

“Please, Yoji! Just let me go to bed. I’m so tired!” He wrapped his weakening arms around the man’s neck and pressed up against him, sobbing into his shirt. “I’m so weak! I’m such a child!”

Yoji caught his breath as the boy’s slight body pressed into him. His hands traveled down Omi's slender back. He had to close his eyes to control himself. How we wanted to squeeze that tight little ass! “Oh God, Omi."

Omi suddenly realized that Yoji was quite aroused. He stumbled back a couple of steps, shock written all over his face. "Yoji, what...?!"

Yoji quickly thought of an excuse. "I was just imagining that this was happening between me and... a woman!" *If that wasn't the stupidest, most dissuading thing I have EVER...*

“Oh.” The fever in his cheeks darkened as a blush was added to it.

“Come on, I’ll take you to bed.” He picked the boy up, cradling him in his strong arms. “Would you like to sleep with me? I’ll keep you warm.”

He laid his head against the man’s chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. “What about your date?”

Yoji gently laid Omi among the satin sheets of his bed. “You’re more important to me than a date.”

“I am?”

“Of course, Omi. Never doubt that.” Once again, he was kissing the boy’s forehead before he could stop himself. “Just get comfortable. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Don’t leave!” he cried, tightening his grip around his neck.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered tenderly. “I’m making you some medicinal tea.”

“Okay. But please hurry.” His blue eyes were large and frightened.

“Omi, nothing’s going to happen to you with me here to take care of you.”

“I know. But I’m cold, and I’m tired. I...”

“Go ahead, Omi. Tell me anything.” Yoji sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the youngster’s hair.

“I need you.”

Yoji felt his heart leap wildly in his chest as the boy’s gaze met his. “God, Omi. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear that. I want you to need me.” He leaned down and placed another kiss on his forehead, letting it linger this time. “Now I’m going to fix you some tea that I can assure will make you feel better. Just relax.”

He left Omi reluctantly and made him some chamomile, honey, and herbal tea. Its taste wasn’t all that toxic, he decided. When he again entered the bedroom, he found the boy curled up into a ball, crying his eyes out.

“Omi...” he said in a soothing voice. “What’s the matter?”

“Yoji, hold me.”

“Drink this tea first, and tell me what’s wrong.”

Omi sniffled and wiped at his wet cheeks. “I’m just so embarrassed.”

“About what?” He held the cup up to his comrade’s lips and made sure that he swallowed at least a third of it.

“Everything. Being naked, being sick, being helpless, being... me.” He swallowed another mouthful of the warm liquid. “I don’t want to be a burden on you. I ruined what could have been a wonderful date for you. I’m so sorry that I’m too weak to take care of myself.”

“Oh, Omi. I’m enjoying every bit of this! I love to take care of you.” He smiled and rubbed the boy’s back. “Now drink the rest of this and I’ll get in the bed with you.”

Omi drank the rest in what seemed a hurry. “Are you going to... get naked?”

Yoji almost laughed. “No. Just in my underwear.”

He watched the sexy man undress with an unwavering gaze, as if all modesty had suddenly been tossed out the window.

*If a show is what he wants, then a show is what he’ll get.* Yoji grinned evilly to himself as he unbuttoned the vest of his tux and let it drop to the floor. He started with the buttons of his shirt, and left it hanging open as his hands unbuckled his belt. He let his pants slide slowly down his legs until they rested in a heap around his feet. Then he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the clothes. Now he was dressed only in boxers and an open shirt.

Yoji looked at Omi’s tensed and shivering form. The boy was watching him.

The man shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and heard it hit the floor with the soft rustling of cloth. He began to take off his boxers.

“Eeek! You said that you wouldn’t get naked!” He sneezed and gritted his clacking teeth.

“I lied.” Yoji had no idea what he was doing, or why. All he knew was that Omi liked his little show. He let his boxers drop.

“EEEK!” Omi cried, hiding his virgin eyes under the covers. “Yoji!”

“What?” He lifted the covers and prepared to crawl under them.

Omi was forced to roll over as Yoji made himself comfortable under the sheets. He could feel his body growing even warmer than before. Especially between his legs, in a place that he had felt his older comrade reacting not too long ago. He tensed as a dexterous hand slid down his back. “Yoji...”

“Omi.” He grabbed the boy’s waist and brought him closer. “Relax. I’m only trying to help you.”

“By getting naked!?”

“Please, Omi. It wouldn’t be fair if only you were naked, now would it?” he whispered huskily in his ear. “You asked me to hold you.”

“Yeah, I did.” He pressed his back into Yoji’s broad chest, reveling in its warmth and security. “Just don’t try anything weird.”

“Damn it, Omi!” he said rather harshly. “What the hell do you take me for? I would do nothing you didn’t ask me to do.” He calmed quickly, and cursed at himself for being so irrational. “I’m sorry. I just want you to know that I would do anything for you. Even be polite.”

Omi giggled. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

He turned over to face Yoji. “Then just hold me while I sleep. And you must be there when I wake up, or I’ll get very angry.”

“Yes, master.” Yoji smirked and wrapped his arms once again around Omi. Nothing had ever felt more right. “Now go to sleep. Sweet dreams.”

He yawned, sending the smell of honey and herbs drifting into the man’s nostrils. “I ... I like you Yoji.”

“I know. Me too.”

Omi sighed as he snuggled into Yoji’ chest. “Be here when I wake up?” he asked sleepily.

“Always.”