Three-Hour Tour
[Four]
by Truth
Yohji made his way back to the speedboat. He was pleasantly engaged
in bringing down curses on the heads of anyone that he could
believably blame for this disaster. There were curses for the
target, for being a cannibalistic sleaze ball. There were curses for
Krikiter for taking the stupid mission. There were mild curses for
Aya and Ken for not coming along. Nasty vicious curses came for
himself and his over-confidence. He had some choice curses for
Schwartz and their interference. He spared one or two random curses
for Nagi for knocking him off the boat. But he saved most of his
energy and imagination for various curses on Schuldich.
By the time he had finished a second, more thorough search of the
boat, his fury was incandescent. The boat had been fully stocked
with all sorts of camping supplies and dry goods; enough for at least
two weeks. Several large containers of purified water were carefully
tucked away under one of the bench seats. There were several boxes
of fairly utilitarian clothing and even a large hammock. He did not
look too closely at the box which contained Farfarello's gear.
Someone, probably Schuldich, had very thoughtfully packed just about
anything that three people might need to survive on a small to medium
sized island for several weeks.
It was the omissions that upset him. There was no radio, not even a
cheap am/fm receiver. There were no flares. There wasn't even a tin
of matches. There was nothing that might be used to summon help of
any sort. He could find no compass or any sort of electronic
navigational aid. Yohji nursed the sudden, sinking suspicion that if
he went back to the lifeboat he would find that even the tiny guide
that had directed them to this island would be missing.
/It was built-in, actually,/ Schuldich confessed. /I had to destroy
it./
"How the hell are you planning on getting off this damned island?!"
Yohji demanded of the empty beach.
/That's for me to know and you to seduce out of me,/ Schuldich
replied lazily. /If you think you're up to it, that is./
"What have you done to Omi?" Yohji shouted.
/What haven't I done to him?/ the German inquired archly.
Yohji resisted a very strong urge to scream. "That's not funny."
/It was, you just lack the proper perspective. Calm down a little.
I'm trying to sleep and all your ranting and raving is giving me a
headache./
"GOOD!"
/If you don't stop that, I'll have to give you something else to
think about,/ Schuldich warned.
"Do your worst, damn you!"
/Right. You asked for it./
Back at the tent earlier that day...
Omi clung almost convulsively to Schuldich as the taller man swung
him off his feet and back onto the 'bed'. The German settled beside
him, propped up on one arm. He let his free hand wander down the
expanse of chest revealed by Omi's partially buttoned shirt.
"Hmmmm," a pair of piercing green eyes looked him up and
down. "Where to begin?"
The younger assassin shivered slightly. "Not with handcuffs," he
stipulated.
Schuldich grinned. "Naturally not. No matter how vivid your
imagination, that sort of thing is not for novices."
Omi couldn't help himself, sighing over the loss of a particularly
juicy fantasy.
"Not to worry, Kitten. By the time I'm finished, you'll be able to
surprise even your fantasy-prone teammate." Schuldich chuckled at
the sudden hopeful glint in Omi's eyes.
"Do you really think that Yohji will, well," Omi wriggled slightly as
the telepath slipped the shirt off his shoulders.
Schuldich firmly repressed a sudden desire to go out and drown
Balinese. 'Jealousy is for losers. Concentrate on the fact that you
got him first.' "Give in to his baser instincts? If not, he's not
worth your time." He stared down at the now half-naked youth,
sprawled across the silk cushions and thick, soft comforters. "The
man would have to be totally asexual, and I think that we both know
exactly how untrue that is."
Omi laughed a bit timidly. He raised a hand and pulled Schuldich's
bandanna off, watching as the flame-colored hair spilled suddenly
forward, partially concealing the older man's expression. He had
entertained a carefully repressed interest in the Schwartz telepath
before this, but never more than mild curiosity. Faced with the
reality of being desired by someone so dangerous and yet so beautiful
was giving him all sorts of ideas....
"I think," Schuldich told him, "that we'll start with 101 fun things
to do with your mouth." He smiled wickedly as Omi gave in to
temptation, sliding his fingers through the silken mass of hair that
was brushing his bare chest.
Omi gasped as Schuldich leaned forward and dragged his tongue in a
circle around one of his nipples, taking it between thin lips and
tugging gently on it.
/One hundred and two, if you're flexible enough./
/*Omi was young, it was true. Half-naked, his head thrown back and
back slightly arched, he was beautiful. Eyes glazed and dark, lips
slightly swollen from a recent, brutal kiss; his breath coming
raggedly....*/
Yohji had to lean against the side of the boat, his knees suddenly
weak. The mental image melted away, leaving nothing but a foreign
feeling of smug satisfaction.
/Now, go brood on that and leave me alone./
"No! I can't let you do this to Omi!" Yohji pulled himself
upright.
There was a tone of strained patience to Schuldich's mental voice as
he responded. /'Do'? Balinese, that was at about six o'clock this
morning. It's now...half past five in the evening. It's been done.
Repeatedly. You are far, far too late to keep me from 'doing'
anything./
Yohji sputtered, too angry to form a coherent mental response.
/Serves you right. He was right there under your nose, just begging
for a little attention. It is hardly my fault that you wrote him
off as nothing more than a boy. And before you begin accusing me of
either rape or child molestation, here's another choice tidbit for
you to consider./
The picture forced before Yohji's eyes drove him to his knees. He
didn't want to see this. Didn't want to know what had happened
between the object of several of his more vivid wet dreams and his
current tormentor.
/Too damn bad./
/*Omi was completely naked, his body draped across a lap he could
only assume was Schuldich's. The boy Yohji usually described to
himself as 'cute' or 'angelic' was wearing an expression of wanton
pleasure, running his tongue gently between Schuldich's fingers. He
had an obvious erection, which was being stroked by the German's
other hand, and as the reluctant voyeur watched,
the young body arched upward into the caress and the image
dissolved.*/
"I, you...." Yohji was at a loss, his anger lost in a tangled mess
of regret, embarrassment and desire. Especially desire.
/YOU had very little to do with it. Omi needed someone, and I was
willing to be that someone. You had your chance and blew it, Mr.
I'll-fantasize-about-him-but-I-only-screw-women./ The amused
tone was underlaid by a faint bitterness.
"Why are you angry?" It was all that Yohji could think to ask, still
lost in amazed confusion.
/Because he wants you,/ Schuldich answered. /Even after the way that
you ignore him and treat him like a child. I still can't figure
it out and that bothers me. I want you for your...potential. He's
after something else./
"Omi what?!"
/Wants. You. God, you're thick as two planks. Could you PLEASE
just shut up? I haven't had any decent sleep in almost twenty-four
hours./
"I can see that." It was Yohji's turn for bitterness.
/Hah. Now shut the hell up./
"No!" His mind suddenly clicked back to something Schuldich had
mentioned earlier.
/Yes. I want you as well. ONLY for your body, obviously. You
always seem to be three minutes behind on these little conversations./
"Well, pardon me for not being used to having other people rummage
around in my mind!" Yohji was hot, tired, bruised, angry and
frustrated. He wanted nothing more than to find Schuldich and kill
him, slowly and horribly.
/Thank you for being childish. Look, if I tell you where to find
Omi, will you please shut up?/
"What? I thought you were trying to keep me away?" Yohji's head was
beginning to hurt from trying to follow just what the hell was going
on.
/I need sleep more than I need to keep you two apart. Yes or no? If
I tell you where to find Omi, will you finally shut up?/ Schuldich
smothered another yawn.
"Yes."
/Fine. Start by going back to the lifeboat..../
Schuldich rolled over and gently shook Omi. "Kitten?"
"Hmmm?" Omi mumbled something and snuggled deeper into the cushions.
/Kitten, you need to wake up. Your knight in shining armor is on his
way./
"Wha?"
Schuldich laughed as Omi raised his tousled head and stared around
blearily. "Yohji is on his way. He's out for my blood, so I'll need
to find somewhere else to sleep."
"Yohji?"
"You really need to wake up. C'mon, this is your chance to lure
him into bed." The German smirked. "I sent him some rather juicy
pictures, and his reaction was very promising."
"You WHAT?!" Omi sat bolt upright.
"Awake now? I sent him one or two of the milder moments from today.
Do you feel up to seducing him?"
"He, he saw what we DID?!" Omi was turning alternately white and
bright red.
Schuldich burst into delighted laughter. "Ashamed of me? Tsk. I
feel hurt."
"You!" Omi grabbed one of the sheets and wound it around himself,
glaring at the telepath.
"Don't worry. I didn't show him anything that he couldn't have
dreamed up on his own. You know, you do make him awfully hot under
the collar." Schuldich pulled himself wearily to his feet. He still
sported the pants he had been wearing when he'd gone to torment Yohji
earlier, and he stopped by the door of the tent only long enough to
pull on his shoes and pick up a bundle.
"This is your chance Omi. I'm not going to hang around here so he
can kill me. All you need to do is act sleepy and affectionate."
"'Sleepy and affectionate'?" Omi shot him a confused look.
"That's about it. One of his favorite fantasies seems to involve him
trying to wake you up one morning and having you drag him into bed.
Work with it, hmmm?" Schuldich unzipped the tent flap and slipped
through the door.
"Hey! Where did you leave the lube?" Omi called after him. "And
where are my clothes?"
/You won't need the clothes. Trust me on this one. The lube should
be back in the duffel. Have fun!/
Omi crawled off the bed, wanting to make sure he'd be able to find
the lube if he needed it. He winced, thanking the powers that be
that he was in excellent physical shape and very flexible.
/True enough. After everything that we did today you wouldn't be
able to so much as twitch, otherwise./ Omi could feel Schuldich's
smug expression. /As it is, you're not even too terribly sore.
Damn, I'm good./
"You are such a jerk," Omi complained aloud.
/But you love me anyway. Now, concentrate on Yohji and please don't
think. I need sleep, damn it./
"But..."
/You can handle it on your own. After all, you've been snoring away
for a couple of hours. Damn! Almost forgot. There are some condoms
in the side pocket of the duffel./
"Condoms? Shouldn't we have used those?" Omi ceased his rummaging,
his eyes wide.
/You're not carrying any diseases, obviously. I haven't slept with
anyone since my last check-up. Yohji, on the other hand..../
"Oh."
/Don't be discouraged, Kitten. You know what you want, so go for it./
Yohji slipped through the undergrowth, batting at the occasional
swarm of insects. "Please tell me that it isn't much further."
/It isn't much further,/ came the prompt response.
"Is that the truth?" Yohji stopped, looking around. He hadn't heard
so much as a peep from the telepath for the last hour or so.
/Yes. Now hurry up, I'm overdue for my nap./
"I fail to see why I'm supposed to be feeling sorry for you," Yohji
snapped. "This entire mess is your fault. While I've been slogging
away here, you've been... been...."
/Been doing this?/
/* Pale skin, smooth and unblemished. Long fingered hands running
down and across a bare chest, flicking against a nipple before
slipping downwards. Those same hands dancing past a straining
erection to slip out of sight, returning covered with a pale gleaming
substance. Hands gently stroking and coating the quivering,
straining flesh with lubricant. Movement, dim light striking two
bodies and then Omi leaning down for a passionate kiss before
thrusting urgently forward.*/
Yohji sat down in the middle of the path with a thud. "Omi did
WHAT?!"
/You expected him to prefer bottom? He does, really. Most men I
know do. But he wanted to experiment and I enjoy it either way. And
you...?/ Schuldich's voice trailed off teasingly.
Yohji pulled himself to his feet. "I hope to God that I'm never in a
position where you can find out," Yohji managed to snarl. He was
having a very hard time dealing with these images seen through his
enemy's eyes.
/Like this one?/
/*A perfect view of the smooth skin of Omi's back presented itself.
He was on his hands and knees, those same long fingered hands resting
on the curve of his ass, spreading him gently open. There was a
faint, tell-tale redness around the puckered muscle that spoke of
earlier activity, but that was all that could be seen before a slow
forward thrust partially obscured the view, providing an extremely
graphic picture of the loss of Omi's virginity.*/
Yohji actually whimpered. Schuldich was providing not just sight and
sound, but was allowing a little more information to leak through
than the Weiss assassin wanted. He could almost feel the activity
in that last image.
/Ooooh. See something you like? How about this one?/
/*Omi, face flushed and eyes closed, tossed his head from side to
side. He was begging, pleading for release. His hands had been
bound together with Schuldich's bandanna to keep him from dealing
with his own erection, which was slowly leaking. The young body was
tense, back arched and he was panting from a combination of
frustrated desire and exertion.*/
Yohji was unprepared for the burst of absolute animal lust that shot
through his body at this latest mental image. He grabbed a nearby
tree as he staggered.
/You liked that one? I've got lots more./
Yohji gulped. "K,keep them to yourself. I'll shut up."
/He's not going to thank you for being noble, you know? He's had a
taste of what you could give him if you wanted to, and he wants
more. You want him, and all three of us know it./
"All THREE of us?" Yohji swallowed heavily.
/Oh, so you were paying attention this time? Yes, he knows. Stop
being an idiot and do something about it. You can't possibly claim
that you'd be taking advantage of him. Not after today, anyway./
Yohji leaned against the tree for a few more minutes, but apparently
Schuldich had decided that sleep was more important than continuing
to torture the other assassin. Not that the torture had actually
ended.
"I think I'm glad that these pants are so loose," Yohji moaned
softly. "How the hell did I get into this mess, anyway?"
It was only about fifteen minutes later that Yohji stumbled across
the tent. He hesitated for a moment or two, wondering if this had
all been an elaborate trap. Finally gripping his courage in both
hands, he moved to the door of the tent and unzipped it.
The inside of the tent was relatively dark, although it was just
barely evening outside. He slipped inside the tent and zipped it
closed behind him as his eyes adjusted to the new light level.
There was a small table, and some assorted luggage to one side.
Underneath the table was a large jug of water and some towels. By
his feet lay a windbreaker and a pair of shoes that he easily
identified as Omi's. The rest of the tent was taken up by a
disturbingly familiar mass of pillows and blankets. Somewhere in the
middle of the comfortable looking tangle was a slender body, only
partly covered by what looked to be a silk sheet.
Yohji drew in a deep breath. 'What the hell am I supposed to say?
Sorry I abandoned you to the enemy, but I hear you had a really good
time? Was it good for you? How the hell could you sleep with
Schuldich?' He recognized the jealousy in that last sentence and
throttled it. He could still hear Schuldich's mocking voice telling
him that it could have been him.
'/Omi needed someone, and I was willing to be that someone./'
'Damn him.' Yohji stiffened his spine and knelt by the edge of the
blankets. Omi was lying well out of arm's reach, his back to the
door. He was lying on his side, one arm stretched toward the
opposite wall of the tent, the other resting by his side. The pale
lines of his body showed clearly against the dark colored sheet that
was almost sliding off his hips. One leg had been tucked slightly
up, giving him the appearance of being curled around an invisible
partner.
Yohji felt another sudden jolt of lust and remained kneeling, eyes
wide, until it faded a little. He cleared his throat
uncomfortably. "Um, Omi?"
"Mpmhm," Omi mumbled. He snuggled into his comfortable nest a little
more deeply and gave no other sign of having heard anything.
Closing his eyes tightly, the lanky assassin fought with the
succession of exceedingly graphic mental pictures that danced across
the backs of his eyelids. Somehow, the images of Omi shared by the
Schwartz telepath paled against the reality of a scene straight out
of one of his own occasional illicit fantasies. He drew in a very
deep breath and tried again.
"Omi?"
This time there was no response at all. Cursing himself, Yohji
crawled onto the make-shift bed and moved over to a position beside
his younger teammate. He reached out and took hold of Omi's
shoulder. His fingers seemed to actually burn where they rested on
the smooth skin of his teammate and he had to resist the urge to
snatch his hand away. Closing his eyes, he gently shook the younger
man.
"Omi, come on, wake up."
"Mmmm? Yohji?" Omi turned onto his back and stretched, nearly
dislodging the sheet completely. His modesty was still preserved,
barely, but almost his entire body was open to view.
Yohji chose that exact moment to open his eyes, and found himself
transfixed at the sight.
"When did you get here?" The familiar voice was still fogged with
sleep, but it also contained a new undertone, at least to the older
man's stretched nerves. He tore his eyes away from the naked torso
and long legs and managed to look Omi in the face.
"Where are your clothes?"
"Schuldich did something with them, I guess." Omi stretched again
and sat up forcing Yohji to close his eyes a second time and
concentrate very hard on attempting to breathe normally.
His concentration was broken by a pair of arms wrapping themselves
around his neck and a surprisingly heavy, naked weight settling onto
his lap. Yohji's green eyes flew open and he found himself staring
directly into a familiar pair of blue ones.
"He told you what we did, didn't he?" The quiet sentence was more a
declaration than a question.
Yohji swallowed and nodded.
The younger man sighed, a look of resignation passing over his
face. "Do you hate me? For sleeping with him, I mean?"
"No," Yohji shook his head slightly. He couldn't really force
himself to blame Omi for any of this. Besides, who he chose to sleep
with.... He fought off the mental image of Omi with his hands bound
and pleading, but it was with some difficulty. Who Omi chose to
sleep with was none of his business.
"Good."
Yohji opened his mouth to suggest that they get while the getting was
good. He never even managed to speak the first word. Omi was a
quick study and, tightening his grip on Yohji's neck, he leaned in
and fastened his lips to those of his teammate.
Whatever illusions Yohji had been clinging to were dispelled by that
kiss. Omi's tongue darted between his parted lips and relentlessly
explored his older teammate's mouth.
/Give him what he wants, you ass. I'm not going to be happy if I
have to come back there and hold you down./
Yohji almost groaned at the mental image conjured by this threat, and
wrapped shaking arms around Omi.
/Well, well. You're as much of a pervert as he is. I think I'm
going to hold you to that..../ Schuldich's commentary trailed off,
and Yohji prayed that the German had finally fallen asleep.
With this distraction safely out of the way, Yohji turned his full
attention to the boy in his lap. Omi broke the kiss before the lanky
man could fully respond, however, and grinned broadly.
"A threesome? Yohji, what a positively shocking suggestion."
"How...? Schuldich."
Schuldich," he confirmed. Omi wasted no more words, pressing forward
again. Yohji pushed all thoughts of the telepath from his mind and
responded urgently, the pent-up lust brought on by the telepath's
earlier meddling returning to overtake him.
*whistles innocently*
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