Yohji Kudou, flirt, fashion statement, and member of the assassin team known as Weiss Kreuz, was totally, completely, and inconceivably lost. Not only was he lost, but he had no idea of how he had gotten lost, seeing as he had been at a bar just a few blocks from the flower shop. He had left the bar feeling only slightly inebriated, certainly not drunk. He had taken his usual way back on the heavily trafficked and brightly lit streets, and somehow ended up on this barren stretch of road out in the middle of nowhere. It was like he had left Tokyo all together, because this was certainly nowhere he had ever been before. He was walking next to a road that firmly embraced the hilly terrain through which he walked. It just didn't make sense, but he was here.

Alone.

And cold.

Crop tops just weren't made for trekking through foothills in the dead of night in early autumn. It hadn't seemed this cold when he had set out earlier this evening, and he had decided that he could deal with a little chill if it gave him the chance to flaunt his firm abdomen and sleek body to any possible bedfellows. He'd been so busy lately that he hadn't had any chances to find himself a good tumble. In fact, that had been his sole purpose in going out tonight. Find himself a beautiful lady, maybe more than one, and screw them silly. He just wasn't one for celibacy. Yet here he was, wandering around, and shivering his ass off. This just wasn't his night. The wind picked up a bit, tugging at shoulder length locks of honey colored hair and causing another convulsive shiver. He didn't even have any cigarettes, which made the whole situation seem ten times as worse. And then he heard the one thing that made his eyes go wide, his heart speed up, and a grin touch his lips for the first time since he had started this unwanted hike. He heard the distinct purr of a finely tuned and cared for engine, making its way towards him. Salvation at last. He turned to face back the way he had come and saw light building at the top of the hill he had recently crossed. The light got brighter and brighter until the unseen car crested the hill and sped towards him at a speed that just could not be legal. He leaped for the side of the road just before the vehicle had a chance to smash into him.

He watched as the car passed by him and felt like cursing at the sky that his hope should be so short lived. He looked forward again and once again thanked all the gods in all the heavens when he saw the brake lights shining at him from about a quarter mile down the road. And then they began to get closer as the driver began backing up to where the assassin stood by the road. Yohji decided to help matters by jogging towards the car in an effort to reach it faster, and generate a little warmth. He reached the car and stared in shock at what he found. The car was an excellent example of craftsmanship, cherry red paint standing out even in the muted light of the moon, with imported white leather interior and gold trim. But the beauty of the car was completely overshadowed by it's contents. Two intensely bright green gazes met his own as he stared at these people who had rescued him. The driver was a man with dark skin and long hair that was loosely flowing with the current of the wind in all of its (lavender???) glory. The man looked tall sitting down and would at least match Yohji himself, if not top him while standing. The boy in the back was practically a carbon copy of the driver, although his hair was much shorter. They were both wearing the oddest clothes, some sort of out-dated European deal involving fitted pants and rather formal looking jackets that involved lots of tassels and ropes and ornamentation. But what really took him caught him by surprise was the incredible jolt of lust he got while looking at these two very male strangers.

The little one could most probably pretend at being a female with ease, but the other was so masculine in his beauty that his gender was quite obvious. Yohji prided himself on his looks, charm, and skill at maneuvering beautiful women into the pleasure of his bed, but never before had he ever felt anything for a man. At least, not that he would admit to himself. However, this was unmistakably a man and that was an unmistakable pain of having his rapidly hardening penis crushed by his rather tight leather pants. This really wasn't fair. He was straight!!! He knew he was, at least he had known. Now he wasn't too sure.

"Looks like we've found a little lost lamb that has wandered from its flock, eh Mamiya?" said the older of the two, his face breaking out into a devilish grin that made Yohji's knees go a little weak. This man had a deep and unconsciously sexual voice, the kind that could deflower young virgins without him having to lay a hand on them. "Need a ride?" The man asked looking at Yohji as if he were on some sort of auction block. Yohji was about ready to make his excuses and try to find his own way home, when he heard the passenger side door open and a pair of soft, warm little hands pulled him into the backseat of the car. He found himself looking at the prettiest little boy he had ever seen, prettier than even Omi. The kid couldn't be a day over thirteen, and yet he felt the same shock of need and lust as he had with the elder of the two. They had to be brothers, there was no other way they could be so similar in looks and not be closely related. He felt one of those warm hands reach up and touch his face, which had been practically numb from the cold that had come with the night. "Your cold, Yohji-san. Let me warm you up." Said the boy in a sweet voice. And Yohji found himself with a lapful of young beautiful flesh that promptly grasped his face and kissed him. The lust hit him like a wave of bright fire, and he didn't even wonder how this complete stranger had known his name, or the glare that had been sent the child's way from the man doing the driving. Yohji was far to busy feeling the incredible texture and experience of the boy's mouth as a little tongue slipped between his lips and down his throat. Something was very wrong, his mind was screaming at him that this whole thing just wasn't possible and that he needed to escape before he did something he regretted. But he just couldn't shake off the drugged lust that had enfolded his mind at the first sight of these two. He could smell roses, as if he were standing in the flower shop. It took him a few minutes for his foggy mind to work out that it was the scent of the boy in his arms. Such a feminine smell, but it seemed so perfect for this creature who was currently venturing beyond just kissing as he felt a hand reach up his shirt and begin playing with his nipples he moaned and gave a small yelp when those little fingers began doling out hard little pinches. His erection was doing its best to tear its way out of his pants, and it was really beginning to hurt. Having Mamiya's tight little backside rub up against him as the boy sat on him wasn't helping.

Yohji felt a hand stroke him and he nearly came right then and there. Mamiya pulled back and gave him an almost evil grin as he unzipped Yohji's pants and pulled his length free from the confining leather. He felt himself being jerked so that he lay on the seat right before that beautiful, feminine, innocent looking child swallowed him whole and sucked hard. Yohji screamed, not noticing the vibrations of the car, or the stars whizzing over them as the car sped on. He screamed again and then came in the boy's mouth with a jerk of his hips. He went rigid and then fell back onto the seat. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on breathing. He felt those soft little hands begin working their way up his body, followed by a hot little mouth. He was treated to another kiss, this one tasting of himself. And roses. The scent of roses seemed to cling to Mamiya as the boy ravished his mouth. Yohji kept his eyes closed, trying to figure out why this all felt so strange and wrong to him, as those hands pulled him up and positioned him so that he was on his kneeling on the seat. And then they were gone. He opened his eyes to look for the little creature who had aroused him yet again, and then leave him unsatisfied. He found him sitting in the front passenger seat. Yohji then noticed that while Mamiya was now in the passenger seat, the driver was gone. The steering wheel moved, navigating the car skillfully on the road, but there was no body there. And then he felt a weight settle itself on his back as the previous driver reached down and pulled his pants off of him.

He smelled roses again and soon realized that the man had opened a bottle of rose oil to use as lubricant. His mind was screaming at him again to get his ass out of there. He gripped the side of the car, ready to pull himself out and end up flying onto the pavement, when he felt a large, and very strong hand to prevent him from doing so. In the same moment a single finger was inserted into his previously unexplored opening, and all thoughts were gone. It wasn't exactly a comfortable feeling, and yet it felt so incredibly good. Soon he was writhing trying to get more of that strangely wonderful feeling, when something was touched inside him. He nearly blacked out with the intense pleasure that shot through him. He felt breath next to his ear and heard the laughter behind the mans voice as he whispered, "Do you want me to show you the Ends of the World?"

"Please...Please!" was all he managed to get out before something hard and slick and very, very large pushed itself into his body. It hurt to say the least. Then it hit that special little spot hidden inside him and he barely noticed the pain. The beautiful man with the devilish smile just kept on pounding him, and Yohji didn't give a damn if he was straight, just sat there and let it run its course. He screamed as he came again, this time all over the seat beneath him. His world shattered, and he could very well believe that this was the end of the world. He thought he heard gentle laughter that sounded very much like a girls as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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