Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Being for the beneifit of Crimson Drake ❯ Being for the Beniefit of Crimson Drake ( One-Shot )

Sweet notes: This is for Crimson Drake. She knows why. Cheers to the best Aya/Omi writer to ever grace the fanfiction world! May she never forget her work, may she grace us in time to come, and may she have a wonderful life!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Weiß Kreuz boys.

Warning: Lemon, AU mostly, Aya/Omi, bondage, PWP.

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Being for the benifit of Crimson Drake.
~ By Sweetdeily.

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<Screen name: Yaoi Neko Bishounen

Password: NEKO

Area of expertise… fanfiction... Yaoi Fanfiction.

Omi settled his fingers on the keys, it was only 8:30 pm, which meant everyone was doing their own thing. And Omi-kun? Omi was doing his friendly thing. His really friendly thing. The friendly thing that would have his teammates staring at him.>

With a soft thunk, a dust covered bag hit the ground, followed quickly by its owner. The boy stumbled around, regaining his footing in short time.

"What an awful ride. Ah, but I suppose it is attractive to some." He shook his head wiping the back of his pants; there was some sort of gunk on his buttocks. Blue cerulean eyes watched the latest, and the maddest invention ever clank off. A bus! A bus, they called it, up and down, rattling all over the place…

<A pause in the clicking of the keys; that sounded so lame…>

Tsukiyono Omi coughed and took his hat off. He had felt somewhat sick on the ride over, but it was the quickest and cheapest way to get across to the country. Maybe at some later date some scientist would invent some sort of suspension system.

He chuckled to himself, and on that day assassins would run flower shops he supposed!

"Well there's nothing for it, my dear body, we had better start walking, it's only three miles before we get to Ken's house. Amazing! That damned bus or whatever they called it, it really cuts the walking in half." He told himself, picking up his dusty bag and getting on his way. He would need a change once he arrived, despite the joys of riding the bus, he did hope Ken hadn't just wanted a social call. Men had died for less.

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The giant mansion that Ken lived in loomed before him, hard green painted bricks clashing with the orange doors and blue roof. It was almost outlandish sometimes, but it was a home of sorts. Ken and he had been friends since forever, and the amount of time and lengths they went to, to keep in contact was extraordinary. Such as this particular outing.

Omi pressed the doorbell, marveling at the rich bellowing sound. From inside, several shouts rang out before the door burst open, nearly knocking Omi off his feet from the momentum alone.

"I told you I would answer it! It could be a beautiful woman just begging to go out into town with me!"

"Ken. I was closer to answering than your `friend'."

"But it could have been… OMIITCHI!"

Cerulean eyes blinked slowly at his friend tangled in a small pile with two other men.

"Er… Good afternoon, Ken-kun. Who are your guests? I hope you don't mind, I came earlier then the letter said… I didn't know you had company."

The three men disentangled themselves, with some difficulty, from one another and bowed their heads at Omi in greeting.

"Hmph. He isn't a girl that's for sure! How old are you anyway kid? Do you have a mother? Is she single?" The first man asked, he was lanky and had shoulder length blond hair. He was quite handsome but seemed lacking in the places needed for deep thought.

Ken snorted. "Shut up Yoji-kun, Omi-kun is an old friend, just like you and Aya-san, and that's very disrespectful to him!" He bowed his head at Omi again. "I'm sorry, Yoji-kun likes beautiful women; like the sky is blue and the grass is green. Don't worry yourself man, I was expecting you early anyway."

Omi bowed his head. "Oh… er, okay. It's okay Mr Yoji, I'm sure you didn't realize." Cerulean eyes glided and rested on lavender eyes, the eyes of the mysterious red head who stood to the other side of Ken; a soft blush swept across Omi's cheeks, though he wasn't sure why he was blushing at mere eye contact from a stranger was the strange red head, Aya-san? Something stranger still about the red head made him feel like a piece of meat. The feeling was the same one he got from bars and horny men who saw his petit curves.

"Omi! Come on, you must join us for tea!" Ken cut in, breaking the eye contact between Omi and the quiet Aya and merrily offering his arm for support to gaily skip into his house.

Omi nodded then clamped a hand over his mouth. "I must change first Ken-kun! I have gunk all over me! Wait until I tell you how I got here! You simply will not believe it!"

<Now… he bit his lip… how to proceed… how to proceed… an idea struck and the Yaoi Neko Bishounen began writing out his next line. This particular fantasy was a recent one, somewhere between math and science he'd concocted this up… and it begged for a good writing.>

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Omi lay down in his bed that night and breathed out, hair damp from his shower that was only an hour ago. He felt like a cat, full of cream milk. And the rest, he added. Ken had stuffed him until he begged to stop eating then they had chatted, before calling it a night.

Omi couldn't quite understand Ken's friends. Yoji seemed obsessed with woman and had spent the entire time telling them about all the women he'd laid and intimately about his sex life. Omi was no virgin, but it was enough to have him blushing and attempting at great lengths to change the subject to little avail.

But it was Aya that really caught Omi's attention.

Tall; quiet, he barely spoke a word, he reminded Omi so much of a caged predator the way those lavender eyes caught every movement.

The boy shivered at the mention of the person Ken had told him was in the adjoined room next to him. There was something about the quiet red head that made Omi blush and look at his feet.

<Omi yawned and looked a the clock, pausing in his typing to read the numbers, 2:30 am… it was still early, he could finish before one and get a few hours sleep… beginning to type again Omi bit his lip, trying to string the story and words together.>

He hadn't felt quite this way since his late cousin Ouka died. But whatever it was, it was surely all in Omi's head. After all, only Ken knew of Omi's little secret about his attraction to other men and he wouldn't share it with anyone.

It bugged him that Ken hadn't mentioned his two friends in the letter he'd sent Omi, but from their reaction, he hadn't been mentioned either. Why was that? He could only wonder. Ken had strange reasoning some times.

Omi shook his head and sat up, searching around for a pillow. When he found none on the bed he frowned, that was odd.

The guest rooms were always maintained to perfection.

He heard the light go off in the room next door and bit his lip; maybe he could ask Aya to lend him a pillow for the night? He really didn't want to annoy any servants at this hour.

Squaring his shoulders; wearing only a towel he padded over to the sliding door that separated the two rooms, wrapping his knuckles gently against the wood of the sliding door.

No response.

He tried again, this time slightly louder.

There was no sound in the room.

Feeling slightly confused he slid the door back a few inches, convinced that Aya had simply not heard his knocks. He poked his head into the room, unable to see anything. He hit a wall.

Odd, he thought, there weren't any walls this soft in Ken's house.

It took but a moment for him to register that the wall was a human chest, a very nice pale human chest at that, before he gasped and stepped back in shock.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking… I mean, I was wondering if… and then I knocked on the door and there was no answer… sorry!" Omi's face turned red and he clutched meekly at the towel around his waist.

Aya's face seemed impassive. "What do you want?" his voice was cold, as if he didn't care in the slightest what Omi answered with.

Omi made a small meep, feeling very intimidated, which wasn't right, because what did he have to be intimidated by? Omi hadn't done anything wrong! "I… er… I was wondering if… if I could borrow a pillow. It's late and the servants are asleep and it would be rude to wake them and my room doesn't seem to have any so I knocked on your door to ask if I could borrow one. I didn't mean to wake you…" Omi bit his lip, stopping himself from the constant babbling.

Aya stood stone still before stepping to one side, indicating the closet in his room. "Help yourself… Omi."

"I-uhh, thank you." Omi stepped past the taller man, still clutching his towel and blushing red.

He was halfway across the room when he heard the door close and all aspect of light vanished from the open door into the room. Omi stopped, heart beginning to beat faster as he stood stock-still, unable to see anywhere.

"Mr. Aya…? What's going on?" He asked in a soft voice.

He jumped when cool arms slid over his shoulders and traced his collarbone. The arms fell down to his navel, making Omi jump again. "Wha… what are you doing?"

A wet tongue flicked out and traced the curve of his lower back. Omi gasped softly, a little moan escaping his lips.

"Don't…" His voice was soft, even to his own ears. He could feel the heat from Aya's body behind him. The arms that rest on his slim hips moved down further, unlacing his hands from their tight hold on the towel around his waist.

"You want this?"

His hands fell limp at his side, breathing coming in short breaths.

The towel slipped from around his waist sliding slowly over his firm buttocks and thighs before pooling around his feet.

The wet tongue trailed up his spin as Aya stood against Omi's back. Hands smoothing up the sides of the blonde boy's hips. Sliding around Omi's ribcage and crossing over his chest.

Omi gasped and gave a soft sound somewhere between lost and enjoyment as he felt the heat of Aya naked body behind him. Slowly the blonde let his head fall back against Aya's shoulder. Finding he fit rather well against the smooth skin.

He let the cool, pale fingers explore his body, gasping and opening his mouth when they trailed over nerve points. The hands moved over his chest, to his navel and inner thigh, his hips, ribcage. Soft, thorough exploration of his body.

He didn't know why he was letting a stranger touch him so intimately. It should have been downright scary, but there was something so familiar about it all. Something that made him aroused and wanting at the same time.

Aya whispered something in French and Omi groaned as the smooth hands slid over his almost fully aroused dick. He new nothing about French, but he liked to liquid words that flowed into his ears.

Red hair shifted and soft lips parted for a wet tongue to lick the side of Omi's neck.

"Does it feel good, Omi?" The cool voice whispered.

Omi closed his eyes, a beam of moonlight filtering through the room and playing shadows along his body. "Uh-huh." Omi's voice was hoarse with pleasure as Aya's hands stroked him to full erection, fingers spreading the precum from his tip.

"Get on the bed." The cool voice was suddenly cold and commanding, almost scary.

Omi knew that if he had of said no, had of asked to leave, he would have been allowed to; it would all be considered a bad dream and neither of them would speak of it again, a forgotten thought. But he didn't say no, he didn't ask to leave.

Sometimes you need to dream.

He moved to the bed, almost missing the warmth of the hands, the touch.

"Lay on you back, spread your legs. I want to see all of you."

Omi obeyed the orders, blushing brightly and wanting to shut his legs but he obeyed, body like stone; cerulean eyes wide.

Aya took a long moment to look at him before walking to the side of the bed and opening a drawer. Omi couldn't see what the red head brought out of the drawer, but he could see the prominent and very large erection between Aya's legs.

He felt small and very helpless before Aya all of a sudden. The red head turned, a strip of cloth in his hands, he knelt over the bed and grabbed Omi's wrists. Cerulean eyes widened and Omi made a small sound as he hands were tied. He didn't resist but it was hard.

How could he be sure Aya wouldn't hurt him? How could he be sure he wasn't dreaming? A small knot of fear curled in his stomach.

As if somehow sensing Omi's fear, Aya kissed the smaller man gently on the lips, soothing the blonde with gentle thorough touches down his chest and ribs. He winked at the boy, lavender eyes cool and gentle.

Omi trembled and let the knot in his stomach dissolve on its own. He didn't know. But… he could let whatever was going to happen, happen.

Aya soothed him for a bit longer before unscrewing the lid of a bottle he'd brought out he coated his erection with the substance the bottle produced and settled himself between Omi's legs. Giving no warning before he pushed into the boy.

Omi screamed when Aya entered him violently. Tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. Aya didn't move inside him, instead he hushed Omi with gentle kisses and soothing hands, stroking Omi's erection gently until Omi trembled for a very different reason now.

Aya was huge inside him, filling his body completely and feeling as if he would overflow.

Omi whimpered, not sure weather to cry out from the pain or pleasure.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, you're too big."

Aya chuckled softly, shifting inside Omi's tight walls to press against the right spot. Omi moaned softly. Trying to move against his bound hands. His wrists tugging on the ropes.

Aya pulled out of his walls before pushing his huge length back in, making Omi cry out again, back arching off the bed.

There was no rhythm to their movements, Omi shifted and moaned, body twisting, legs wrapping around Aya's waist, while the strange red head took his body relentlessly, fingers stroking Omi at a hard, fast pace.

Omi's whole body shuddered as the pressure inside him built. He panted softly, sweat beading over his forehead, fists clenching from where they were tied up.

The pressure reached a peak and for a moment all Omi saw was white, before his endorphins released and he came shuddering and gasping for air. Like a diver getting a first breath of air from a long struggle without. His muscles tightened before they relaxed, like floating on a cloud.

He could still feel Aya pushing into him but it seemed almost as if time had stopped, his cum covered Aya's hands. He heard the soft groan of the man as Aya came, felt his bowels being filled with Aya's seed.

Then they were both panting and Aya was drawing out of him, kissing the tears from Omi's eyes.

"Wonderful." The red head whispered.

"Like a dream…" Omi whispered, his eyes fluttering with sudden tiredness, everything fading away, becoming so hazy…
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<Omi awoke to the glaring screen of his computer, a half typed word on the page. He hit the e-n-d keys in a haze, yawning loudly and checking the time, 9:03… oh crap! He was late for school.

The boy shot out of his chair, grabbing his backpack by the door. How long had he been writing last night? It hadn't felt that long. Omi shot through the door, jumping the stairs and passing Ken on his way to the bathroom.

"Omi-kun, you're going to be late, Manx is dropping by later, and Yoji isn't up yet." The soccer player mentioned.

"No time. School!" Omi shot out as he ran past.

He grabbed his shoes at the door, not bothering to put them on, opting to go barefoot. He missed the shadowed look Aya gave him as he shot by.

Outside, he jumped into his like bike, slipping his shoes half on and stepping on the gas.

Halfway to school he realized he'd left the computer on with the story he'd been writing. Now there was something Yoji would be able to tease him about, not nonexistent pornographic picutres.

Then it hit Omi…

"Oh shit, if Aya-kun saw that story I'd be as good as dead!"

He looked back, watching a bus drive by, one of the older models. "But I can't go back; I'm going to get detention enough as it is!" He gnawed on his lip, still driving toward school.

"Well, if he sees it, it's his own fault; he shouldn't be in my room anyway!" Omi shook his head, it was a very weak defense, but all he had.

He didn't notice the red marks on his wrist till later that day…

But he had already forgotten the dream by then, and this story never said it had been all in his dream. >


~ The end.

Author end notes: I will miss you when you go C-chan!