Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Price to Pay (English) ❯ Only a dream? ( Chapter 2 )

Only a dream?

Bright sunlight bathed the sleeping figure on the bed in golden light and made the red hair glow. Aya lay on his stomach and had his face buried in his pillow. Deep and calm breaths proved, that he was still sound asleep. Therefore he couldn't hear the soft knocks on the door.

"Aya?"

Omi's voice could be heard from the other side of the door and then there was knocking again, this time a little louder. Aya mumbled something incoherent and turned over on his back.

"Aya. Wake up. Breakfast is ready."

Omi pressed his ear against the door. Was it only his imagination or had he just heard a soft moan?

"Aya? Is everything O.K.? Say something."

This time he was sure he had heard a moan. He began to worry. It wasn't usual for Aya to just oversleep. And then the events of yesterday evening and add his uncharacteristic behavior at the dinning table yesterday, Omi was sure something was wrong with their usually stoic leader.

Determined, Omi pushed the door open to check personally what was wrong with Aya. The door opened and allowed a view on the still sleeping figure.

Aya slept fully clothed on his bed and had his arms wrapped around him, as if he were cold. Omi wanted to call him, but just then he heard Aya mumble something. What had his leader said there? Omi crept closer.

"Omi. My Omi.", were the soft and incredibly tenderly spoken words he could hear now. The boy swallowed in surprise and gazed at the obviously dreaming man whose face was totally relaxed, a slight smile playing around his lips.

Then he began to move slowly and moaned again. It was a sensual but also passionate moans that brought an embarrassed redness onto Omi's face. He gasped when he noticed Ayas slender hands wandering over his body to halt eventually between his legs. A distinct bulge had developed there. Again he could hear the soft moan and again Aya whispered his name.

"Omi. So good. So good."

Then Ayas fingers began to caress and massage the bulge. His moans grew louder and his breathing became rapid until he panted uncontrollably. He threw his head back and forth wildly and his groin moved at the same pace as his hands. It didn't take long until his body suddenly reared up and he let out a loud, half-strangled scream. Shortly after that, his weak arms slid down and he relaxed again. His eyes were still closed and as unbelievable as it seems to Omi, Aya hadn't awoken.

Omi had watched the whole scene with wide opened eyes and wildly beating heart. *If Aya wakes up now, I'm dead.*, he thought.

As silent as he possibly could, he sneaked out of the room and pulled the door close very gently. He didn't dare shutting it completely - that would have awoken Aya for sure. He had to come up with something fast. He had come upstairs to wake Aya up, not to watch him getting it on in his sleep.

In sudden shock, Omi hid his face in his hands. No only had Aya had an obviously very erotic dream, no, worst of all he had said his name! "Omi, my Omi." was what the redhead had mumbled- and that face.

"He's going to kill me f he finds out that I saw and heard that." Omi whispered and cringed when a loud yawn could be heard from the other side of the door. The boy pulled himself together and knocked as hard as he could against the almost closed door.

"Aya, wake up, sleepy head."

The door swung open and Omi tried hard, to stare as surprised as possible at his small fist.

"I didn't know that I am that strong.", he chuckled after a faked shock-second and then raised his head to look into the wide open eyes of his leader. In his face, something unbelievable showed. From shock to embarrassment and surprise it showed almost all emotions. And then in the blink of an eye the cold, controlled mask fell over the vivid face and Omi pulled back slightly.

"It's ok, Aya. If I broke the door, I promise I will fix it again. I'm really sorry. Breakfast is ready. And I promise that I will stop with strength training. I swear."

With that said, Omi turned on his heels abruptly and shot down the corridor laughing and then he could be heard, dashing down the stairs.

With a groan, Aya let himself fall back on his bed. Slowly he remembered the details of his dream and felt the cold, wet spot in his pants. What had he been dreaming? Omi and himself? He shook his head to chase away the memory, but the dream images wouldn't leave. Moaning, he rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel and vanished into the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help. Only then he noticed that he had been sleeping in his clothes.

"Wonder what Omi thinks of me now. Damn, what was I thinking?" Images of the last evening appeared in his head. He had left the table abruptly and had stormed upstairs without another word, into his room. "He's probably worried again whether everything is all right. with me and wants to talk. As if I don't have enough problems."

He interrupted himself when he held his underwear in his hands and traced his finger over the wet spot.

"I'm lucky he didn't witness that.", he ended his monologue before he dropped the pants disgustedly and stepped into the shower.

Aya entered the kitchen and noticed that Ken sat solely at the table, inhaling the last few bits of his breakfast. He got himself a cup of coffee and sat down. Somehow, he was glad that Omi was already gone but on the other hand he would have loved to wish him a good morning. Lost in thoughts he stared at his coffee and didn't notice Ken's worried stare.

"Everything all right, Aya?"

He raised his head slightly and nodded. Ken decided to take that as a good omen to ask the question he'd been dying to ask ever since yesterday night.

"Err... say, Aya, have you got anything planned this afternoon?" he asked carefully and observed his friend out of the corner of his eyes.

When Aya showed no reaction, Ken repeated his question. The elder only shook his head before he answered.

"Go and play soccer. I'll take over your shift. I can visit my sister this morning just fine. No problem."

"Thanks, Aya. You're a real friend. The kids have a match against another team tomorrow and that's why we wanted to train a little."

Aya nodded and Ken breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I am off to help Youji in the shop. See you later."

Ken left the kitchen and disappeared instantly. Aya watched him leave before he finished the rest of his coffee and got on his way as well.

Omi stood in the shop and looked on his watch for the millionth time now. His shift would start in 30 minutes, but he had come earlier. Ken was already on his way to training and so he served the customers together with Youji. But right now it was relatively calm and the shop was totally empty. It had started to rain and in front of the flower shop large puddles of water begun to form.

Youji sighed miserably.

"Would surprise me if there's anyone coming today with that weather."

He looked out of the window sadly. Omi grinned. Youji had flirted all morning with everyone, that set foot into the shop and wore a skirt. But his charm had obviously worn off because none of the pretty women wanted to date with him. And now the Casanova was in a bad mood.

"Time Aya shows up.", the ex-private detective grumbled to himself.

Omi's grin vanished. When Ken told him that he had exchanged shifts with Aya, his heart had skipped a beat. How could he, after what he had seen and heard this morning, work together with Aya? But Ken had been looking forward to training the children so much, that Omi hadn't dared to protest. Besides, how should he explain to Ken why he suddenly didn't want to work with Aya anymore?

' I'm sorry Ken, but this morning I witnessed how Aya dreamed of me and he must have been pretty turned on, because he satisfied himself and moaned my name while doing so.'

Omi had to laugh as he imagined Ken's reaction to that. This got him a surprised look from his teammate.

"What's so funny, Omi?"

Youji looked at him, surprised. Then a slightly angry flicker came into the blue eyes of the elder.

"You're not laughing about me, because none of the beauties acknowledged my efforts and I have to go out on my own tonight, are you?"

"No, no, Youji. I'd never dare to make fun about that." Omi waved off with a broad grin. "And who knows, the shift isn't over yet. Maybe you're lucky and your date is already on her way?"

In that exact moment the shop door rang and Aya entered the shop.

"No, doesn't look like it. Although, if we put a dress on Aya and a wig, a little make-up and -"

Youji couldn't finish his sentence because Omi broke out in loud fits of laughter that could be heard probably 3 blocks away. Aya gave Youji a death glare and vanished wordlessly in the back to change. Omi on the other hand couldn't calm himself down and sat on the floor, holding his side.

"Now calm down, boy. As if I'd ever date Aya. Totally unthinkable. Just the thought of dating with a man..."

Youji shook his head and made a face. Omi stopped laughing instantly and looked at his teammate.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What?"

"What's wrong about dating another man? Are you prejudiced against homosexuals?"

In that moment Omi wanted nothing more then to smack himself. Aya could be back any second and he was talking about relationships between men with Youji. But Youjis shocked expression was worth it all.

"Hey, boy, you aren't ..., are you? No, impossible. You're too young for that kind of stuff."

Youji had regained his composure quick and grinned at Omi. Omi, on the other hand, pouted and glared angrily at the elder.

"What's that supposed to mean, I am too young? Firstly, I am turning 18 soon; secondly, love is neither a question of age nor gender and thirdly .......", he stopped and felt his face become hot.

"Thirdly?" A cool voice asked from the back.

Aya had put on an apron and stood now with crossed arms in the room. Omi swallowed in shock and looked helplessly at Youji, who only leaned back against the counter and looked down on his younger friend.

"I'd like to hear that one too.", was all he had to say.

Omi got up and wiped a few tears (from laughing so hard) away while his brain worked overtime. Then he took a deep breath and hissed at Youji angrily.

"Thirdly the difference isn't that big. Sex is sex. No matter whether it is hetero- or homosexual. The procedure is the same, at least anatomically. Although men can't get pregnant."

Aya gasped and Youji stared at him wide eyes. Shocked over his own words, Omi covered his mouth with his hands and stormed past Aya and out of the shop. The surprised eyes of his friends followed him and the last thing he heard was Youjis laughter.

"Our baby seems to have grown up, huh Aya? Just where did he get all those expressions? I think I should check the children's security lock on his Internet access. We don't want our innocent Omi browsing porn sites now, do we?"

The ex-private detective gave the silent figure at the other end of the shop a smirk. But to his surprise Aya didn't react but stared instead at the place, where Omi had stood only a second ago. In fake despair, Youji threw up his arms.

"Am I the only one here, who holds morals and decency up? What is going to come of our poor Omi if he occupies himself with such evil things at his tender age? Someone has to make sure the boy doesn't get into trouble."

"Leave him alone. And your shift is over. You can go."

Ayas cool voice surprised Youji, but before he could come up with a suitable answer, a (female) client entered the shop. Instantly Youji put his lady killer-smile on and had only eyes for the woman. He didn't notice how Aya went to the back.

Omi sat in the kitchen and tried to prepare himself some hot chocolate with shaking hands. What had he been thinking? It wasn't like him to talk about things like that. But Youji had made him so angry when he had said that he'd never start something with a man, that he hadn't been able to keep silent. Had he been trying to protect Aya? Had he been trying to say that he himself was interested in a man, no, Aya? Up until this morning, Aya had been only a friend, a teammate, with whom he went on missions. The thought of a relationship seemed so crazy, yet also very nice. How did it feel to be kissed by Aya? The thought caused a comfortable heat in Omi's groin, which didn't remain ineffective on a certain part of his anatomy.

"Omi?"

With a surprised yelp he turned around as the object of his fantasy suddenly addressed him. Unfortunately he spilled the cup of burning hot chocolate over his pants. The surprised yelp quickly turned into a scream of pain and he dropped the cup. Aya was next to him with two steps and wet a kitchen towel. Quickly he pressed it on Omi's burned thigh. Omi moaned in pain once more, but then he relaxed as the wet water seeped through his clothes.

"Can't you be more careful?"

Aya pushed his young friend roughly into a chair.

"Sit down and keep pressing the towel on it. I'll go and get some burn ointment."

Omi nodded mutely and watched with wide eyes as Aya took cream and bandages out of the first-aid kit. It was then that he understood the full meaning of Ayas words. To put on a bandage meant he had to take off his trousers first. And he would be sitting here half naked. And Aya would see him. And he couldn't *miss* a certain thing. Omi bit his tongue embarrassedly and he suddenly noticed the coppery taste of blood in his mouth.

"Does it hurt that much, Omi?"

Worriedly, Aya leaned over his teammate and carefully caressed the split lip. But he pulled his hand back quickly as Omi shook his head no energetically.

"No, almost doesn't hurt anymore. I'll go upstairs and change."

As fast as he could, Omi fled from the kitchen and to his room, leaving a very confused Aya behind, who stared wide-eyed at the hand that had just been caressing his friends lips tenderly. Then he snapped out of his trance and smacked himself with that very hand hard across the face.

Omi threw the dirty and wet trouser into the laundry and quickly put a new one on. He had decided on a comfortable pair of training trousers with wide legs, because he feared that jeans would rub on his injured leg too much. On his way downstairs he subconsciously touched his lips. Aya had touched them. Aya had been worried about him. The ice-cold, disciplined, always-in-control Aya had ..... Omi didn't dare to pursue that thought. There were butterflies in his stomach once again. With a sigh, Omi congratulated himself again on his choice of clothes.

Slowly, Aya returned to the shop. Youji stood at the register and flirted on outrageously with the woman. When he noticed Aya, he grinned at him.

"Say, Aya, is it ok if I stay out longer tonight? Could be that I come back tomorrow morning. This lovely lady is here on vacation and I would like to show her around.

The 'lovely' lady chuckled behind her hand and gave Youji a conspiring look, to which he replied with a seductive smile.

"No problem, Youji. Tomorrow is Sunday. Have a nice evening."

"That's right, Sunday. How could I have forgot? Hm, I wonder how that could have happened?" He winked at the woman.

Shortly after that, both were gone. Aya watched, how Youji wrapped an arm around the young woman's shoulders who in turn wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him. A painful feeling settled down in Ayas chest as he watched the two, how they walked arm in arm under that umbrella. It rained cat and dogs and the dark sky fit his dark mood perfectly. And he still had a whole afternoon shift together with Omi. He sighed deeply. It couldn't get any worse. And in that moment, the telephone rang.

Omi picked up the receiver.

"Yes, hello? Omi speaking."

"Omi? This is Ken. Listen, we're having a party with a few friends. I think I'll sleep over at a friend's. After all, tomorrow is Sunday and the shop is closed. I just wanted to ring you guys up and tell you not to worry."

"Ok, Ken. I'll tell the others. And don't turn your mobile phone off! You know, in case of emergency."

"Sure thing. No problem. See you tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow, Ken. And have fun."

Omi smiled silently to himself. Ken's happiness was infectious and he really wished him a nice evening. But on the other hand this meant that he would have to face an evening alone with Aya and Youji. Well, probably only Aya, because Youji was very likely to go out. Butterflies rose in his stomach at the thought of himself and Aya alone. And his face turned hot once again. He could only hope, that Aya wouldn't notice. Hanging his head he sneaked back into the shop, avoiding looking at Aya.

The rest of the day passed in silence. Just as Youji had predicted, the shop remained empty. No one was out on the streets, and naturally, the same goes for the shop. It was late afternoon when Aya closed the shop and let the blinds down. He had informed Omi, that Youji was on the road with his new conquest and would return probably tomorrow. This was in itself nothing new, but when Omi told him, that Ken wouldn't return tonight either and they would be alone for the night, an uncomfortable feeling had settled down in Ayas stomach. It had taken a lot of effort not to stare at the youngster all the time.

And obviously, Omi had similar problems, because he had avoided his gaze with a nervous look to the side whenever their looks met accidentally. And he had thought it couldn't get any worse. Frustrated Aya shook his head and prepared himself for a long night. A very long and boring night, which he would spend most certainly alone, far away from Omi, in his own room.

He heard Omi rummage in the kitchen and took a deep breath. He would have to stand through dinner.

Omi's situation wasn't any much better. His thoughts went haywire. It was not the first time he and Aya were alone at home. But after today's events he just didn't feel comfortable around Aya anymore. Sooner or later, he feared, his friend would notice how his body reacted to his presence. Even if he knew that Aya desired him in his dreams, Omi didn't want to destroy his little, happy world by giving in to fantasies. This would probably mean the end of their friendship. And this was a price he didn't want to pay.

Lost in thought he continued to set the table. Aya appeared shortly after that and they both ate in silence. The elder noticed that something occupied Omi, who slid back and forth on his chair nervously and still wouldn't look him in the eyes. Aya let the events of the day pass by his mental eye again and remembered the conversation he had interrupted. Omi had tried to convince Youji that relationships among men were something completely normal. It had surprised him to hear something like that from their youngest team member, and the fact that it had been Omi would have almost send him into roaring fits of laughter. But the anger and seriousness of Omi when chiding and enlightening the ex-private detective had been enough to keep him silent. Could it be that Omi was in love with a man? At that thought, Aya choked on his tea. Coughing and choking he tried to breath and only barely noticed Omi jumping up and rushing to his side.

"Aya! Lift your arms up, then you can breathe more easily."

When the redhead didn't react, Omi grabbed his arms and pulled them up. Aya coughed one more time and then his breathing calmed down gradually. He blinked a few times and finally freed his arms carefully out of the strong grip of his blond friend.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

He looked up and met Omi's wide blue eyes. The worried expression slowly faded into a smile of relief and the youngster sat back down nervously.

Silently they continued to eat and Ayas mind returned to the one thought that had caused this little scene: Omi in love with a man. Not impossible, after all the boy was turning eighteen soon, and, as he had stated himself, love wasn't dependant on age. And whom could their youngest have fallen in love with? Probably a class mate. Aya felt a slight pain in his heart as he realized that he would lose Omi then. But didn't he have a right to pursue his own happiness? But why hadn't Omi told them? Just when he asked himself that, Aya realized the answer. He remembered Youjis reaction. Probably Omi had thought that he would have to face teasing or even worse. Well, even if it tore his heart apart, Aya would make sure that their little Omi would feel at least accepted.

"Say, Omi, your speech this morning in the shop was pretty impressive. Why is it so important for you what Youji thinks of homosexual relationships?"

Omi's face turned a dark shade of red and he bowed his head over his plate, so he wouldn't have to look into his teammate's eyes. How should he reply to that? Before he could come up with an excuse, Aya continued talking.

"Could it be you are in love with someone and are afraid we'd laugh about you if it isn't a girl?"

Aya watched how his young friend moved on his chair embarrassedly and finally looked up with a shy smile. He had been right. Omi was in love and with a man at that. Disappointment and sadness washed through Aya and he turned away from that embarrassing and shy smile.

Omi was so confused, he didn't know what to do or say. He would have loved to just jump up and run into his room. What should he tell Aya? The truth? And damn it what was the truth? Did he really fall in love with his leader? The moment he asked himself that, he realized it with a shock. He was in love with Aya. And not just since today. Hadn't he felt butterflies in his stomach for a long time? And hadn't he himself had the one or other dream of Aya and hadn't there been that treasonable spot in his pajamas pants the following morning? And he convinced himself that it had been only his hormones and that it was totally normal for a boy going through puberty? He looked up and smiled shyly at the redhead. But to his surprise he found something similar to disappointment in Ayas eyes when he turned his head away.

It took a moment, but then Aya had himself so far under control that he could look his fiend into the eyes again.

"And does he love you back?" Aya struggled to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

"I don't know.", Omi whispered. He was more than surprised that Aya was actually talking to him. It wasn't like him at all to come out of his shell and have intense conversations with his friends. With a mission it would be different, but this was definitely about emotions- very intimate emotions. And Aya seemed truthfully interested in Omi's love life.

The redhead watched Omi carefully. His eyes had dropped onto his plate again and he seemed to be pondering something.

"Did you tell him that you love him?"

Omi shook his head wildly and his cheeks turned rosy. A soft, sad smile sneaked its way onto Ayas features without him noticing it.

"Is he at least nice towards you? Does he like you?"

He couldn't explain himself, why he was asking the youngster all these questions, but when Omi replied to his last two questions with vivid nodding and a brilliant smile, he couldn't suppress a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's a start. Spend more time with him and he will surely fall in love with you soon."

To his surprise Aya noticed that the blond boy could barely suppress loud laughter at his last remark. Omi covered his mouth and made funny, gurgling noises while his shoulders twitched violently. It took a while for him to calm down, but in the meantime a devilish flicker had found it's way into Omi's eyes.

"Would you like to see him?" Omi asked with the most innocent smile he could manage. "I have a picture of him."

Aya felt as if someone had stabbed him right through the heart with a knife, slowly twisting and turning it, but he nodded his head. He had to see that person so he could at least convince himself that Omi wasn't making a mistake.

"It's in my room. Come on, let's go upstairs."

Omi grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him after himself. Aya was so surprised by this action, that he didn't even have time to think about resisting. In Omi's room, he sat down in a chair and watched how the younger pulled open several drawers to search for something. Finally he turned around and offered Aya a small, square leather case. Aya reached out for it and noticed that his hand was shaking. Quickly he grabbed the closed case and pulled his arm back. He felt his heartbeat quickened as he stared intensively at the small case in his hand.

"Don't you want to open it?"

Omi was still looking at him with large, innocent children eyes. Aya took a deep breath and opened the case.

Famous last words: And what will he see there? Who is Omi in love with? And what are Schuldig's plans? What is Aya's sister's role in them? Questions over questions. And the only one who knows the answer is the author. *G*