Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Distractions ❯ Distractions ( Chapter 1 )

Distractions

By Chibi

Squee! I finally wrote a YoujixOmi fic! ::sniffles:: Hana-sama will be so proud. I think. O_o; hee hee ^-^

Warnings: SAP! YAOI! And some language. That's it. ^-^

Pairings: YoujixOmi

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, but I can play with `em right? >D ::cackles::

Pwease r/r! And remember, Chibi loves ALL her readers! ^-^

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Omi sat back in his chair and sighted. He couldn't concentrate. There were too many things on his mind. He set his elbows on his computer table- much like a person with poor table manners at dinner. He gazed into the blank computer screen, squeezing his forehead together like he had a headache. Distractions could be quite a pain. Especially when your distractions lie with a person.

Omi squeezed his eyebrows together some more. Youji had been distracting him lately, not that he was annoying, but, just…Youji. Omi closed his eyes and lightly ran his fingertips over his eyelids. He had even gotten jealous when Youji announced that he was going on a date tonight. Dammit. Why?

Omi moved his fingers to his temples and rubbed slow circles around them. He'd always suspected that he was…well…not straight, but why Youji? Why now? Those were only a couple of millions of questions running through his head.

`What am I gonna do about this?' Omi thought to himself. This was not a situation to be taken lightly. He had to do something, and soon, or this crush of his would interfere with his work- something Omi couldn't afford. He could be killed, or worse.

The young assassin sighed and stared blankly at the screen again. He didn't even know if Youji liked boys. He moved his hands to cover his eyes at this thought. If he didn't, then he could ruin their friendship. If Youji did like boys, he could still reject him.

`Then where would that leave me?' Omi felt as he could burst into tears. He needed to get rid of this distraction…somehow.

Interrupting his ponderings, the sound of keys and an unlocking door rang quietly through the mission room. Omi's head shot up. He turned in his chair to the sound. The door started to open. His heart was pounding like a mouse cornered by a cat.

`Oh shit.'

Omi's "problem" wandered in the door at that moment. The older assassin didn't seem to notice Omi- he let out a big sigh as he removed his shoes and hung his coat. Omi decided to remain quiet for the moment and just watch him for a bit.

Youji hung his jacket on the coat rack and stretched. The action causing him to yawn. Omi almost giggled- the way his nose crinkled made his sunglasses slide up when he stretched open his mouth to draw in a deep breath. It was very cute. Luckily, he didn't, allowing him a few more moments to watch who he considered the most beautiful man on earth.

Youji removed his glasses and set them on a table by the door along with his keys. He sighed again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Omi frowned a little as he was always telling Youji to quit. Youji started to walk over to the main mission room, digging in his pockets for what was most likely a lighter. He would have probably walked right past Omi, had Omi decided not to stay silent any longer.

"Youji-kun, haven't I told you not to smoke in the mission room?" Omi said right as Youji walked in front of him.

Youji jumped a little and turned to face his comrade. He flashed him a smile that was distinctly Youji. Omi smiled back, noticing how the cigarette hung lightly to Youji's soft lips, as if barely hanging on. How Omi wanted to touch his lips, especially with his own…

He blinked back to reality when Youji laughed. "Sorry Omi, I guess I forgot." Youji ran his fingers through his hair, the hair that Omi longed to touch before, then grabbed the cigarette and pulling it from his mouth.

"You think I should quit sometime?"

Omi blinked again. "What?"

Youji twirled the cigarette in his fingers and stared at it. "Quit smoking, ya know?" he looked up at Omi and smiled.

Omi returned the smile. "Yeah…"

`Now what? Now what??' Omi's mind searching for something to say as Youji casually threw the cigarette in the trash. It fell in and Youji threw his hands up in triumph.

"Woo! Two points!" he said triumphantly. Omi laughed at the display. Then he got an idea. He cleared his throat, causing Youji to stop his little idiotic victory dance and look back at the 17-year-old assassin.

"So…anou…how'd your date go?" Omi said with slight difficulty. Youji smiled and pulled a few stands of stray blond hair away from his face. Omi stared at the way the small golden strands fell about Youji's face, then fell back behind his ears lightly. It was beautiful. A pink tinge fell across Omi's cheeks.

"It sucked. She wasn't my type." He chuckled.

Omi blinked and cocked his head to the side. "Not your type? I thought that they only had to be over 18 to be your type." He smiled mischievously.

Youji shook his head. He placed a hand on his hip and pointed a finger at Omi, as if scolding him. "Now that…is not true."

Omi raised an eyebrow. "Then what is?"

Omi blushed when he realized what he just said. He also knew that Youji considered asking one that question to be flirting.

At first, Youji raised an eyebrow, then his eyes widened a little. He walked towards Omi, chuckling slightly, reaching out to rest his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping the young assassin. He leaned his face in close to him. Omi blushed deep scarlet.

"N…na…nani?" Omi managed to stutter out.

Youji chuckled again and gently ran his fingers through Omi's silky locks. Omi just stared back at him, confused, embarrassed, and slightly turned on.

Youji smiled gently. "I think you have a crush on me, Omi."

The younger boy turned, if possible, a deeper shade of red. "I…um…anou…" Omi tried to avert his eyes from Youji's own. But Youji grabbed Omi by the chin, forcing him to look into the eyes of the man he fell in love with.

Youji smiled and gently pressed his lips to Omi's.

Omi's eyes widened, frozen for a moment. He slowly relaxed, leaning into the kiss. Youji's tongue slid out slowly and ran across Omi's lips. The younger mans lips parted, allowing Youji's tongue entrance to the warm and moist cavern of his mouth. Their tongues danced across each other's mouths, an erotic tango of lips and tongue, causing Omi to sigh with pleasure.

They broke apart, gasping for air. They stared at each other for a moment, just smiling and saying nothing. Suddenly Youji chuckled.

"Yup I was right!"

Omi pouted "Hidoi!" Youji just chuckled again and ran his fingers through Omi's hair.

They stared at each other for another instant. It was a wonderful moment, sitting there, gazing into the eyes of the one they each loved.

Youji smiled gently. "I think, Omi, that you are my type." He said as he cupped Omi's face with one hand. "And that I also happen to have a crush on you." He rubbed his thumb gently across Omi's cheek.

Omi smiled, some small tears welling in his eyes. "You mean that, Youji?" He felt as if his heart would burst with happiness.

Youji nodded. "Aa." He leaned in and kissed him again. They held each other close. Omi wished that he would never let go.

They parted eventually, Youji glancing at his watch that also his served as weapon.

"Oi, it's late. Wanna hit the sack?" Youji smirked. "With me?"

Omi laughed and blushed a little. "Sure…why not?"

"Shibby." [1] Youji winked at his koibito and offered him a hand. "Lets go then."

Omi smiled and took his hand. "Yeah. Lets go."

~*~Tsuzuku~*~

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Oh and yes, there will be a second chapter, and it will be very lemony!! =3 :: bwa ha has::

[1] Okay, I love this word, and for some reason I can just see Youji saying it. XD