Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupted Innocence ❯ Wasted Cigarette ( Chapter 1 )

"Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrow." The screen fades and the room is once again covered in shadows. The four assassins' faces shaded partially by the dark turn to meet that of Manx, standing in the back of the room.

Manx steps forward, "We only need three of you for this mission. Who will it be?"

Yohji slyly slips up aside Manx wrapping an arm around her shoulder pressing his hip into hers, "I'll skip this mission if you take up the one in my bedroom." He tilts his head to hers with a sly smirk and wink.

Manx, not seeming at all interested in Yohji's offer, steps to the side dropping his arm down. "We have one. Aya, Ken? Are you two up for it? We need the three eldest for this one." She looks to Omi with a reassuring gaze that it would be best he stays home for this one. "I'm sorry Omi. Persia's orders."

Omi quietly nods and exits the room while the others split up and head to get into their respective uniforms.

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Omi wanders aimlessly around the empty house worrying about the others on their mission. He had cleaned up everything and did all of the choirs that needed to be done around the house. He wanders to a window and glances out seeing the rain pour down in the dark night. He is startled as the door slams open behind him and two of the eldest assassins walk in loosely carrying Yohji in the center. Aya immediately drops him once they are within the house and with an aggravated voice yells at Omi, "Take him to his room and fix him up."

Omi looks at Aya, then turns to Ken. "What happened?"

Ken dismisses the question as he lets go of Yohji as well and replies, "Yohji was an idiot." Ken then walks off to go change and take a shower to rid the blood from him.

Omi walks to Yohji's side crouching down and helps him up. Yohji grunts. Trying to move away from Omi he tries to act like nothing is wrong, laughing and walking on his own. As he walks slowly up the stairs, Omi at his side steadying him, he tugs at the zipper of his long black jacket which is torn and soaked with blood and rain. His hair drips onto Omi's face running down over his lips, the rain water tasting of salt and blood.

As they reach the top of the steps, Omi rushes ahead and opens the door for Yohji. "Go in and take that jacket off. I will be back with the bandages." He motions Yohji in and heads off down the hall to the bathroom. He slips in the door trying to not be noticed by Ken, who happened to be in the shower, and grabs the first aid box taking what he needs and placing it back on the shelf. He then slips out and shuts the door just as quietly as he entered.

As Omi returns to Yohji`s room, he comes to a complete stop at the doorway as he sees Yohji's bare backside while he pulls a pair of dry hip huggers up, zippers and buttons them. He shakes his head dismissing what was just seen and continues in. Yohji turns to him as he enters, revealing his bare chest covered in long gashes dripping a fresh stream of red blood. Omi cringes slightly at the sight and immediately begins to dress the wounds.

Yohji stands still while the bandages are wrapped tightly around his abs, chest, and shoulder. He lifts his arm when needed so that the bandages can be properly wrapped around the wounds. A smile draws across his lips feeling the young one's hands delicately touch his wounds and his soft skin. He smirks lightly down at Omi who turns his eyes away quickly.

Omi backs up and looks at Yohji from a slight distance then. "There you are Yohji, that should be good." He pats his hands together and puts the last of the bandages down on a table. "Now, you shouldn't move around to much. I suggest you lye down and rest."

Yohji flops back onto his bed with a sigh. His damp hair falls gently onto the sheets and over his face sticking to it. "Now if I only had a nice woman here to help ease my pain." he says as he runs a hand down over the rough cloth of the bandages that are slowly starting to spot with fresh blood.

Omi scowls at him, "Women will be the death of you Yohji. You are such a ladies man, it disgusts me!" He glares into Yohji's eyes, a slight fury flickers within his own. He stands rigidly loosely clenching a fist a couple feet from the bedside.

"You're just jealous that doesn't include you, Omi." Yohji smirks as he sits up looking straight back into Omi`s big blue eyes, his hair falls in wet clumps framing his thin and slender face.

Omi turns his back to him, his cheeks slightly hinted with red but it fades quickly. Before he knew it or had time to react, Yohji stood from the bed and was up behind him. He placed his hands on each of the youth's hips pulling him back against his body, pressing his lower body into him. Omi could feel him begin to harden against his lower back.

Omi growled and tried to move, but the elder's grip tightened. His fingers locked tightly into his hip bones not moving an inch. Then he felt it loosen a bit as Yohji bent down and whispered in his ear, "Would you rather it be Aya?"

Omi's face flushes with a deep shade of red and he wrenches from Yohji's grip to turn and face him. In detest all he can mutter is a growled "Yohji..." His red cheeks deepened in color. He raises his eyes to Yohji, picturing Aya's thin and slender body in his place.

Yohji takes a hand to his hip sliding his thumb into the waistline, of his already low hip huggers, and pulls them down even further revealing a small tuft. The same light brown color as the hair on his head. No underwear, or boxers. That was typical of Yohji to not wear any under his pants. He staired back at the youth, whose eyes now roam his body.

Omi looks over every inch of the elder's body, his nice defined hip bones to his beautiful face. He can feel his heart begin to quicken and he gulps down trying to clear his throat. He felt emotions flow through his body, the same as he felt when he looked at Aya. Yes, he would rather have Aya's smooth and pale body entangled with his, but here is Yohji's. Just as good, just as voluptuous.

Yohji smiles once more as he slides his hand to the front of his jeans popping the button and sliding the zipper down. They part even further revealing more of the coarse hair. He back steps until he reaches the bed and drops down sitting on it's edge. He lifts a hand then gives a slight motion with his fingers for Omi to come to him.

Little Omi does not hesitate and walks to him. Standing between his legs, he leans into him placing his mouth tightly to Yohji's rough and dry lips. He also presses his body against the elder's bare chest and he responds by slowly dropping back on the bed, Omi following. Yohji pulls his body up onto the bed so his legs no longer dangle and Omi crawls over top of him, straddling his waist. All the while their lips never part, not even for a breath.

Yohji slides his tongue over Omi's lips before prying them open to deepen their kiss. He wraps his arms around the teen's small waist pulling him down even tighter, grinding his hips up against him. He then slides his hands up under Omi's shirt, his nails gripping at his soft skin. It sends a shiver up the youth's spine making Yohji grin while kissing him.

Omi moans slightly feeling Yohji's erection underneath him and in turn feels his own grow as he presses closer against Yohji. He rocks on his hips creating more friction between them. Drawing back from the kiss he moves down over the elder's neck drawing his tongue along his smooth skin, still fresh with the taste of the rain, and outlining his jaw in soft kisses.

Yohji brings a hand up behind Omi's head running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, then bringing his head back up he presses his lips back to his own sealing them once more. Yohji's tongue finds its way back into the boy's mouth where it meets his, twisting and sliding against one another. His hand releases from the back of his head and Omi travels down again leaving a wet trail with his tongue along the edges of the bandages. He runs his hands down Omi's back dropping them off, he tugs down his own jeans a little more as Omi reaches the waistline.

Omi holds himself up, helping by releasing his weight just long enough for the jeans to be removed and tossed aside. Then his soft lips return to Yohji's lower belly in a spot where the bandages don't cover. His lips gently find their way to the tip of Yohji's firm penis and softly places them to it, causing a soft moan to slip past the elder's lips. The slightest touch of Omi's lips made him cringe, sending a great sensation through his body.

Yohji laid his head back into the sheets of the bed and rested one hand on the back of the dirty blonde's head, his fingers playing with his silken hair.

Omi slowly takes it into his mouth wrapping his warm lips around it then sucking lightly on it. Yohji closes his eyes as he feels the warmth of the boy's mouth close around him and his fingers dig gently into his scalp. He lets out a slight moan as he feels Omi's tongue brush up against his sensitive skin and the suction deepening. Omi continues running his tongue along Yohji's full length, his lips tightening around it.

As Omi begins to go faster, Yohji can feel the pleasure streaming through his body in every nerve. He tenses up and his eyes clench shut as he feels everything building up inside of him ready to let go. But he holds back not wanting Omi to stop just yet. He tightly grasps Omi's hair within his hand moaning loudly and cannot hold back anymore. He releases and lets his juices flow into Omi's awaiting mouth.

Omi draws back after taking as much as he can within his mouth and swallows it down, then wraps his lips around Yohji once more running his tongue along his penis to get the last of the warm juices.

Yohji smirks as he brings both hands behind his head. "Missed a spot." he laughs.

Omi glances up at him then runs his tongue over his lower belly getting the last of the warm and bitter liquid. He licks his lips savoring the elder's taste.

Yohji sits up pulling Omi's body against his so that he is on his knees. He runs his hands around the dirty blonde's back and grabs a hold of the bottom of his shirt pulling it up over his head, then tosses it aside. He then plucks the button open to Omi's pants with his other hand and pulls them down slowly. Yohji places his wet lips against the soft and delicate skin of Omi's stomach and kisses it gently below the navel. His hands slide gently over his smooth skin and stop at his sides, he then pushes Omi over onto the bed and crawls overtop of him.

Yohji presses his body tightly down against the youth's small frame, pressing his hips hard against Omi's, feeling his erection against his body. The blood begins surging back into his penis as it hardens once more. Yohji holds his upper body over his smaller companion, looking down into his eyes as he rocks his hips into him. He slides his hands along Omi's thin arms down to his palms and entwines his fingers with the youth's small hands. Laying down ontop of him, he forcefully kisses him. He then prys Omi's lips open with his tongue, nipping at the dirty blonde's tongue and sucking gently on it.

Omi moans softly against the kiss. He writhes underneath Yohji from the pleasure, feeling a slight bit of moisture seep out over and trickle down his penis. He arches his back and moans some more as Yohji continues to grind against him.

Yohji slides one hand away from Omi's and into the pillowcase. The other finds its way gently down the boy's soft thigh and back up to his hip, lifting it as he brings himself to his knees making Omi wrap his legs around him. He pulls a small tube from the pillowcase and squeezes out a clear ointment onto three fingers, then replaces it to where it was found.

They continue their kiss never breaking while Yohji brings his three fingers to Omi's rectum. He teases him, rubbing his fingers against it, before he gently slides all three within him and works them around carefully.

Omi's eyes jerk open as he feels them enter him and squirms a bit, not to comfortable with the feeling at first.

Yohji waits until he feels Omi completely relax before he moves on.

Omi manages a muffled moan through the tight kiss feeling Yohji draw out his fingers and slide something even bigger within him. Yohji pulls back from the kiss licking Omi's upper lip and places both his hands on each of Omi's hips, he begins to slide gently and slowly in and out of the inexperienced youth. Not wanting to hurt him, he only slides half his length within.

Omi's hands clench at the thin sheets on the bed and he softly moans, his eyes going shut as he rolls his head back into Yohji's pillows.

Yohji releases his right hip and takes Omi's hand placing it on his erection as he continues slowly pushing in and out. Omi wraps his hand around his own erection and begins stroking at the same pace Yohji is going.

Yohji lets out a slight moan as he continues to rock his hips in a continuous motion. His hands still grip tightly to Omi's hips pulling them against him as he pushes in. He can hear Omi mutter words as he moans, "harder... faster". Yohji makes out and he smirks lightly.

Omi continues muttering while he moans and slowly picks up the pace of his stroking to help give Yohji the hint, and he does. Yohji quickens and deepens the stride, sliding all of his penis within Omi not holding back this time.

Omi bites into his lip before letting go and giving a louder cry like moan, releasing against Yohji's stomach and on his own. The warm liquid slowly ran down Omi's penis and onto his hand.

Yohji held back for a little longer then his inexperienced partner until he could no more. He could feel the pressure pulsing as the orgasm began to build and released deep within Omi. Yohji let out a deep moan and continued pushing for a little after he had released, then stopped. He withdraws from Omi, laying his hips back down onto the bed, then brings his lips to Omi's belly. His tongue darts out over the warm skin licking up the sticky liquid. Cleaning up all that he can. Then sliding up overtop of Omi, he kisses his moist bottom lip.

Omi's breath was shaky and hot as it blew out over his face. He smiled at Omi, who returned the smile as he gasped for air trying to calm down from his orgasm.

Yohji drops off to the left of Omi laying on his side. He wraps his arms around Omi's warm body and pulls him close resting one leg over his waist. He runs a hand through Omi's soft hair feeling it now beaded with sweat, as Omi clenches tightly to him tucking his head under the elderi's chin.

The two lay entangled within each other on top of the covers, to hot to go under them. Their bodies aching with pleasure.

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Yohji slides off to the side of the bed noticing Omi gone. He rubs his head brushing the hair back from his face, he gets up picking his hip huggers off the floor and slides them back on. He checks out his bandages and notices the bleeding has stopped and the blood was dry. He grabs a cigarette from the pack on his dresser as he walks towards the door lighting it up. He steps out holding it between his lips and stretches once more wincing at the slight pain from his wounds.

Yohji flinches as he feels something fly by fast in front of his face. He opens his eyes to see his cigarette fall in half, the lit end hitting the floor and sparking. Yohji looks to his right and growls "Aya!"

Aya stands stiffly with his katana blade in one hand sliding it back within its sheath. "You just don't know where to draw the line do you, Yohji?" His eyes lowered to what he is doing.

"Now, now Aya. Do I sense a bit of jealously? Jealous that you didn't get him first...." Yohji is cut off in mid sentence as Aya brings his katana blade back to his chin.

Aya glares coldly at Yohji and nothing is spoken. He draws the blade from his chin and puts it back in its sheath once again, then walks off down the hallway.

Omi peaks out from around the doorway of his room and looks at Aya, his eyes meet his own, and Omi shudders. "Aya..." he softly whispers, but Aya does not stop and turns his gaze from him disappearing into his room.

Omi looks at Yohji, who smiles to him as he picks up the lit end of his cigarette from the floor. Omi scowls at him then turns into his room shutting the door.

Ken looks out from his room wondering what all the commotion is about, looks at Yohji and shakes his head, then shuts the door.

"What?" Yohji says with a shrug. "Can't a guy enjoy himself once and a while? Sheesh." He then turns and goes back into his room.

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