Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Price to Pay (English) ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 3 )

Confessions

Aya stared at the open case in his hand. It didn't hold a photo. Instead, it held a little mirror on the right and a slit for a comb on the left. He raised the mirror until he could see himself in it and stared at his reflection. A pale face with short, red hair and widely opened eyes stared back. What was this about? Omi had wanted to show him a picture of his love and now he was holding a mirror in his hands. Had the boy accidentally given him the wrong case? Or had Omi wanted to pull his leg? He gave Omi an examining look. The boy was leaning on a wall with hanging arms and looked back at him with unsure eyes. Aya shook his head and returned the mirror.

"You must be mistaken, Omi. This is a mirror, not a photo."

Omi didn't move, but remained calmly at the wall.

"I know what that is. I just couldn't find a picture of you so fast. And now that I think about it, I don't have one of you."

Aya looked confusedly from the mirror to Omi and from Omi back to the mirror. He just couldn't believe what the younger had just said. Omi was returning his feelings? He took a deep breath and looked the blond boy in the eyes.

"And since when have you been in love with me?"

Omi smiled faintly, when he noticed the slight shaking in Aya's voice. He had obviously surprised the elder. Should he use that? He remembered a very clear dream and decided to take the initiative.

"For quite some time, I think. I had quite a few nice dreams about the two of us."

"You dreamed of me?"

Aya's voice was barely more then a whisper, but Omi heard his words just as fine as if he had screamed them. He nodded conforming.

"Do you want me to tell you about one of my dreams?"

There was a soft rattling sound as Aya dropped the little mirror. It had simply slipped out of his shaking hands and lay now on the carpet.

The redheaded leader of Weiß, the ice cold killer, emotionless like a rock, untouchable like a poisonous cactus, was suddenly kneeling on the ground and reached out for the little leather case with shaking hands. When he raised his head, he pulled back shocked. Omi was kneeling directly in front of him and looking at him with large eyes.

"WHAT?"

The younger boy grinned widely. He hadn't missed the confusion of the elder, but he wasn't willing to back down.

"Would you want me to tell you of my dream? I couldn't tell Youji that. He'd probably die of laughter. And Ken .... I don't think that he thinks of anything besides football. Besides, I dreamed of you."

Aya swallowed hard. He didn't want Omi to tell one of the other two about his dreams. He nodded slowly and sat back down in the chair. Omi kneeled down in front of him and smiled boyishly.

"Please don't be disappointed. Nothing really happened, but", and now Omi blushed slightly as well. "It was a really nice dream."

Nervously he looked at the floor and then began.

"It's in the middle of the night and I awake from a terrible storm outside. I am terribly scared and hide my head under my pillow but the storm is so loud that I can still hear it. When a flash of lightning strikes close to my window, I throw the pillow away and run out of my room. I want to flee to you. But your door is locked. So I knock and kick against the door until you open.

You're angry because I woke you up, but before I can tell you that I am scared of the storm, I notice that the sun shines in your room. I stutter something about the storm, but you only shake your head and send me away. I can't believe it. A moment ago there was a storm and now there's sunshine instead.

So I return to my room. But just as I open the door, the noise starts again. The storm is still thundering and I close the door instantly and run back to you. Naturally, you don't believe me, but I grab your arm and drag you with me. Then I open the door to my room and you can hear and see the storm as well. But as you step into my room, it stops and from one moment to another the sun shines.

I think, we both have stupefied looks. But you finally believe me and ask me whether I want to sleep in your bed or whether I want you to stay. I make myself comfortable in my bed and reply that you can sleep here. My bed is somehow larger then yours. So you slide into bed with me and hug me."

Omi interrupted himself to sigh deeply. He could remember this part of his dream especially well. He had never felt so protected and safe in his whole life. But the dream hadn't stopped there. With a shy look to Aya he continued.

"You're laying on your back and have your arm wrapped around me and my head is on your chest and I can hear your heart beat. After a while I put my hand on your chest, because I want to feel your heartbeat as well and then I begin to caress that spot carefully. And because you don't move, I get bolder and let my fingers wander."

"Omi?"

Omi, interrupted sosuddenly, raised his head in surprised and looked directly into a pair of worried violet eyes.

"Yes?", he whispered.

"Did I have sex with you?"

The younger shook his head violently and grinned. The blush on his cheek turned darker as he replied chuckling.

"No, at first it's only caressing and a few kisses. I told you, nothing really happens. Well ........... that is ............ at least ......... in the beginning."

Omi winked conspiratorially at Aya. In his dream he had had the courage to take the initiative. Why shouldn't that work when he was awake as well?

"And what happens in the end?"

"In the end? We fall asleep."

"And shortly before that?"

Omi felt how his body reacted to the memory of his dream. Slowly he pulled his knees up and looked questioningly at the elder, hoping he hadn't notice the small bulge in his pants.

"What happens shortly before that? Am I forcing you to something? Omi, please tell me whether I hurt you."

"No. You force me to nothing. Actually I am seducing you."

Violet eyes were opened so wide, that Aya's face seemed to consist of the violet orbs only.

"You seduce me?", he echoed, surprised and unbelievingly.

"Well, there was nothing else I could do. You just lay there.", Omi grinned back. "But believe me. In my dream, you liked it."

Aya leaned back with his eyes closed. Actually, he didn't want to hear any more details, but the memory of his own dream just wouldn't go away. And naturally, these memories didn't remain ineffevtive on his own body. Struggling, he tried to calm himself down again.

"So I liked it?", he finally asked in a slightly shaking voice.

The youngster smiled at him and his blue eyes sparkled mischievously. If he'd continue like this, his dream would definitely come true today. And probably Aya's dream as well. At that thought, Omi felt how the familiar feeling in his loins grew stronger.

"You liked it very much, because when I stroke at your navel, I feel how you caress my back and you pull me closer. You encourage me to continue. And then we kiss and caress each other every where." Omi interrupted himself and then continued with a loving smile. The sparkle in his had become stronger. "And I mean every where."

Aya threw his head back, closed his eyes and moaned desperately. A soft touch in his face caused him to tear his eyes open again.

Omi stood directly in front of him and was slightly bent over him. Their faces were only a few inches apart and he could feel the warm breath of the younger one caressing his face. The brilliant blue eyes held his gaze captive and Aya felt how his body tensed up in the anticipation of something he was still trying to defend himself against desperately.

Omi placed his hands on either side of Aya on the chair's back and bend down further towards him. Aya stared at him frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. When Omi's lips wandered tenderly over the lips of the elder, Aya slowly closed his eyes again. Again and again the younger let his soft lips brush over the pale ones under him, until Aya responded to the kiss tentatively.

These, at the beginning rather brief tender, initial kisses scared Aya more then anything else he had experienced in his lifetime. He felt like he was slowly losing control of his will. It was almost like his dream and the fear to open his eyes and find it wasn't a dream grew with every breathe he took until he couldn't bear it anymore and he pushed the blond boy away with a sudden movement. A hurt look in the blue eyes met him. Aya couldn't bear the sight of the pained gaze anymore and hid his face, moaning softly, in his hands.

"Aya."

The gentleness with which his name was spoken caused Aya to shake. He wanted to flee, run from this room, but his body was frozen. Warm, soft fingers caressed his hands and carefully grabbed his wrists.

"Take your hands down, Aya. Please."

The redhead shook his head in denial. The hold on his wrists grew stronger and slowly his hands were pulled away. Omi was still bent over him but in his gaze there was only worry, no longer confusion. Aya felt tears rising in his eyes and he shook uncontrollably, as if he had gotten into a snowstorm. He mustn't allow that, he mustn't show emotion. He had to stay strong at all costs. But these intentions melted like ice in the sunshine after another kiss from Omi.

Aya felt how hands wandered over his face, gliding slowly over his cheeks. Omi's fingertips felt their way up to his high cheekbones, caressed his ear and went over his jaw line to finally caress his lips tenderly. The younger repeated the caresses until Aya had calmed down a little and the shaking had stopped.

"Aya?"

"Hm?"

"I like you very much."

A soft smile spread over Aya's face and he pulled Omi's slender body onto his lap. Infinitely tender his hands began to caress the boy's back, while he explored Omi's mouth with his lips. He didn't know what caused him to slowly leave tender wet kisses on the face of the younger, but Omi's caressing hands encouraged him not to stop. A soft shudder went through his body as Omi on his part placed hot kisses on his neck.

Aya continued to let his hands roam the boy's back and finally pressed him so hard against himself, then making Omi gasp briefly. Instantly, he let go but the younger snuggled against him with a deep sigh. His head rested on Aya's shoulder and the warm, now rather irregular breath went tickling through the short red hair at the back of his neck.

"How did your dream continue, Omi?" Aya whispered finally, after they had sat motionlessly for a very long moment.

"You mean after the kissing and caressing?", Omi whispered just as silently without moving.

"Yes, after the kissing and caressing. The last part was: 'We caress each other everywhere.'"

"Yes, everywhere."

Omi's voice sounded dreamy, as if he was experiencing that part of his dream again. His eyes were closed and so he missed Aya's warm smile, but he definitely felt his tender hands running over his back and arms.

"Really everywhere?", the redhead interrogated softly.

"Really everywhere.", the blond confirmed just as soft and let his hand roam the muscular chest he was snuggling against as a confirmation.

Small, warm hands glided deeper and deeper until they reached the hem of a T-shirt and slowly went under it to caress silky skin that extended over a firm stomach. Hard stomach muscles shuddered briefly under the first touch, but then they relaxed and surrendered to the soft touches.

Wet lips pressed against each other, as another pair of hands felt their way towards the hem of another T-shirt and slid carefully under the fabric. Goosebumps covered both bodies from one moment to another, as fingertips briefly caressed sensitive nipples. Passionate moans found their way out of two throats as tongues entwined in a furious battle. Gasping breaths caressed hot faces as hungry blue eyes met begging violet ones.

"Omi."

"Everywhere, Aya. Really everywhere."

A moment later, a pair of T-shirts fell to the ground and naked skin met naked skin. Omi raised himself slowly and pulled a slightly reluctant Aya towards his bed, while he tried to undress the elder at the same time. He stopped shortly to pull Aya's tight jeans off and knelt down. With the same movement, he let Aya's underwear take the same way and leaned back to look at his now almost nude dream in front of him.

The redhead stood motionless, his arms hanging limply at either side and he fixed the kneeling blond boy with eyes that were clouded slightly by surprise. Omi grinned widely.

"Do you know how ..... beautiful you are, Aya?"

Slowly, Omi let his hands glide over the long, slender legs, caressing the inside here, the outside there, until he finally placed both hands on the flat stomach. His head was tilted back so he wouldn't have to break eye contact during his actions. Aya didn't react visibly, but his eyes seemed to become more and more cloudy. His breathing picked up as he stared at the kneeling boy in front of him. Omi lowered his head for a moment to look at Aya's manhood. The elder was blatantly very aroused. Omi licked his lips and raised his head again to smile almost shyly at the redhead.

"May I?"

His begging whisper eventually reached Aya and he suddenly gasped in surprise as if only now he had become aware of the situation. His eyes were clear again, as if he had suddenly awoken from a dream. Alarmed he tried to take a step back. But he had forgotten that his trousers were still around his ankles and so he fell sprawling to the ground.

"Aya!"

Omi's worried cry made him look up again and he saw the younger kneel in front of him with tears in his eyes. Ashamed he avoided the gaze and turned his head away.

Then the blond boy pulled up his knees with a sudden movement and wrapped his arms around them. Aya felt a pang in his heart as he witnessed how Omi rocked himself back and forth, sobbing. For an eternally long moment he couldn't do anything but watch the crying boy.

Then he freed himself from the hindering clothes and put an arm around the shivering body. Gently, he let his hand glide over the small back, while his other hand tenderly caressed Omi's cheeks that were wet from tears. It took a while for Omi to calm down and simultaneously Aya felt how he got his arousal under control again. He waited patiently for the younger to stop crying.

"Don't you want me?", Omi finally said through the silence.

Aya took Omi's face in both hands and placed a fervent kiss on his forehead. He smiled lovingly at the boy in his arms as he finally answered.

"It's not about whether I want you or not, Omi. It's about it being right or wrong."

To Aya's shock, tears collected in Omi's eyes anew.

"But what is wrong about it? You aren't forcing me. I want to. What could be wrong about if we two .... I mean ............ I am ............ I am content with it.", he finally confessed with a sob and wrapped his arms around the elder, as if to prevent him from running away.

"This is no dream, Omi. This is reality. Believe me, I want to ....... I've been dreaming of you and it was a wonderful dream. But we're awake, Omi. We aren't dreaming."

Shocked, Aya swallowed over his sudden confession, but he felt freed at the same moment.

"And if we just pretend to be dreaming?", Omi whispered after a few minutes of silence.

Aya laughed silently and pressed the younger briefly against himself.

"You think of strangest things, really. I know that I am not dreaming and so do you. And in reality, you can't ..... seduce me like that."

Omi chuckled silently and looked up.

"Too bad.", he smiled suddenly. "And I came up with suuuccccchhhh nice things. You would have liked it."

Aya looked at him, surprised and then burst out in roaring laughter. Omi could only watch in confusion how the usually so reserved and laid back elder couldn't contain his laughter any longer. As Aya finally calmed down he was grinning widely.

"Youji's right. We need to put a children security lock on your Internet access."

Laughing silently the redhead shook his head as Omi pouted sulkily and turned his head away.

"You're mean. You always pretend that I'm still a child. But I am no longer a child and I am going to prove it to you."

Before Aya could react, Omi had jumped up and undressed completely. Wild determination flashed in his blue eyes as he looked into the unbelieving face of the elder. Slowly he took a step back to allow the kneeling man a better look at his naked body. When he was sure to have his attention, Omi slowly turned around and tried hard, to look as desirable as possible.

His hands stroked, as if directed by a foreign will, sensually over the young skin. He let his wandering and tender fingers circle his nipples, which were slowly turning hard. With his palm he continued rubbing them until they were completely hard.

Reluctantly and fascinated, Aya followed the erotically play the younger offered him with wide eyes. Omi had thrown his head back and caressed his throat with shaking hands, wandering down from there to his stomach and then for a brief moment deeper, lower between his legs. Just a moment later, he let his hands glide upwards again to his nipples, which he rolled gently back and forth between his fingertips. While he let the fingers of one hand continue their caresses, his other wandered down in circular motions over the smooth skin, lower and lower.

When his fingertips reached the silky locks at the base of his arousal, he let his fingers glide caressingly through them. His manhood that had been risen demandingly at the beginning of his show already, was now completely erected. With one hand he calmly stroke over the full length and slowly, his legs gave way.

Omi sank to his knees and massaged his arousal with long, even strokes until suddenly a wet drop build at its tip. His breathing became ragged and took over the rhythm of his hand. His eyes were still closed, but in the meantime his head had sunken on his chest and when he gently ran his fingertip over the tip of his hardness to pick up the droplets there, he couldn't contain a passionate moan. He remained like that for a moment, motionless and then he guided the wet finger into the fold of his bottom.

Suddenly warm hands grabbed his arms and stopped him. Breathing heavily and as if in trance he slowly opened his eyes to look into a pair of desperate violet orbs. Aya was kneeling in front of him, a resigned smile playing over his pale lips. Gently the redhead let his hands roam over Omi's arms and shoulders, then over the slender neck, to finally encase the youngsters face gently with his long fingers.

"It's wrong.", he whispered softly. "But killing is wrong, too. And we do it nevertheless."

A single tear made it's way over pale cheeks and was wiped away by another hand, before it reached the chin. Omi touched the small face in front of him with both hands as well and pressed his forehead against the elder's.

"It can't be wrong, if I am content.", he whispered back softly. "Unless you .. you don't want me."

Omi twitched at the thought that Aya could reject him. After his discovery in the morning, he had assumed that Aya had the same feelings for him, as he himself felt. But he could have been wrong. Nervously, he began to chew on his bottom lip. Time passed with neither of them moving or talking. Then tender lips glided over Omi's face and slender fingers buried themselves in his hair, gently.

"I like you too, Omi."

Grinning satisfied on his bed, Schuldig grabbed the package of cigarettes at his bedside. He lightened one and inhaled the smoke, blowing it out slowly. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, grew stronger to a silent laugh. Eventually, he broke out in loud laughter.

"Schuldig, my man, if you didn't exist already, one would have to invent you. You were in top form once again."

He sat up and patted his shoulder satisfied. Then he closed his eyes shortly, concentrated for a moment and his grin grew wider and more insidious.

"Well, well, look at that. Hadn't thought myself that the little cat can be such an exhibitionist. And I didn't even have to put a lot of effort into getting him so far."

He took another pull on his cigarette and laughed.

"You were of a different caliber, my pretty red kitten. And if the kiddo hadn't distracted you like that, who knows. You might have had a chance to resist me. But the two of you shouldn't take it too far nevertheless. After all, I want to be your first."

Schuldig put the cigarette aside and concentrated again. Shortly after that, he broke out in roaring laughter.

"The kiddo is really good at it, right, my red kitten? So you like what he's doing there? Well, now I know which buttons to push to get you in the mood."

Chuckling silently to himself he stood up and went into the kitchen. It was in the middle of the night, but manipulating the mind of others took a lot of energy and he was hungry. It didn't surprise him that Crawford was awaiting him there.

"Still up, my fearless leader?"

His voice was drenched with sarcasm that didn't affect Crawford at all. Annoyed, Schuldig opened the refrigerator. His good mood had vanished.

"I told you .."

"I know, to keep my hands off the boy. Hey, I didn't touch him. On the contrary, I made sure that he and his team mate had some fun."

Crawford shook his head.

"That was dangerous. What if one of them noticed?"

Schuldig stared at his leader unbelievingly and then broke out in roaring laughter.

"Brad, just who do you think you're talking to? A beginner? They were both too wrapped up in their own thoughts, problems and guilt, to have noticed anything. Man, Bradley, I could have been standing next to them in that room, they wouldn't have noticed. And I merely ..."

Schuldig took a step towards the taller American and grinned widely at him.

"I merely gave them a shove into the right direction, my dear."

Crawford quirked an eyebrow skeptically and gave the German a suspicious look, who on his part threw his arms up in mock despair and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Okay, I admit, it was more then a little shove for Abyssinian. But the rest was simple. After all, I didn't force them to do anything."

Crawford's face remained skeptical which drove the German slowly, but eventually angry.

"I just made sure they'd lose their inhibitions. Nothing more."

"And why?"

Schuldig gave his leader an annoyed look.

"That's none of your business. Maybe I just wanted to be nice and let two hearts find each other."

The mocking smile that spread on Crawford's face was answer enough. Schuldig decided to eat the sandwich that he had made during their conversation in his room. Cursing silently he left the kitchen and slammed his bedroom door shut loudly.

Crawford watched him and shook his head.

"That's just what you'll do, Schuldig. Two hearts will find each other and then you'll die."