Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ INvisible ❯ Chapter 1

Interlude 6: Invisible

Write a short story that begins or ends with: "More than anything, Omi wished that he could become invisible."

Omi x Ken

More than anything Omi wished that he could become invisible.

Ken blinked, staring at the rather large bulge tenting out from between the young blonde's legs, and swallowed. "Ah, Omi...?" he questioned tentatively, licking suddenly dry lips.

"Gods, Ken, I'm sorry, it's just," Omi stammered before stumbling to his feet and fleeing the mission room.

It had been kind of Ken to offer to sit up with him, working out the details of their newest mission, but Omi had known it would be a bad idea. Had known that to have the object of his affection so close, so alone, for any period of time was probably a very bad idea. His prediction had proven correct when not even half an hour into their search, Ken had caught Omi staring at him dreamily. Could he help it if Ken looked so damn hot in those baggy sweaters of his? Could he help it if it was so damn easy to imagine what was hidden beneath that material? No, hell, of course not! He was a very healthy teenaged boy, after all. Yes... very healthy if the still raging erection in his pants had any say in the matter.

With a heavy sigh, Omi flopped onto his bed, burying his head into his pillow to mask the very loud groan that tore from his throat as his erection connected with his bunched blankets. He couldn't help it; his hips began thrusting against the thick material, imagining that it was Ken's body he was thrusting against. Ken's hand that was caressing his shoulder, his back, his ass.

"Gods, Omi..."

The blond boy jerked up in surprise. "K-ken-kun!"

"I want... I, um, that is...." Now it seemed it was Ken's turn to stumble over his words. Words weren't Ken's strongest suit, anyway. Actions were. Which was probably why the dark-haired boy gave up on words all together and crawled up over the bed and Omi's limbs to get to the younger boy's lips.

Omi had a choice: he could push Ken away and demand answers...or he could just go with the flow. Yes, go with the flow, Omi decided opening his lips to Ken's probing tongue.

The hands that supported Ken's hovering body moved with him as the brown-haired boy rolled over onto his back, dragging Omi up and over him. He didn't bother to break their eager, face-sucking smooch for something so minor as a position switch.

"Want you."

"Nngn," Omi replied against Ken's lips. Hands ran up and down his back, slipping under his shirt to caress his bare skin. Omi's back arched back into those searching fingers, his lips tearing away from Ken's as he moaned passionately.

"Oh, gods, Ken, please...."

"Please what, Omi? Tell me what you want?" Ken demanded, raking his nails across the honey-blond boy's delicate-skinned back.

"I--I--I, oh gods, please, Ken, I--"

"Do you want me to stop?" the coffee-haired teen asked, skimming his hands forward, to tease over Omi's chest, finding and exploiting tender nipples between calloused fingers.

"Hell no!" Omi shouted, his hips grinding down against Ken's, rubbing his obvious arousal against Ken's belly and reveling in the answering erection pressing against his ass. "I want...I want everything, Ken. Everything you're willing to give me. Show me."

"Gods, Omi," he moaned, using his position to finish pushing the blond's shirt completely off the archer's lithe body. He ran his hands back down the revealed chest, seemingly fascinated with the erect, rosy pebbles. "Beautiful," he murmured before using his hands to bring Omi's chest within mouth range.

The blond nearly fell over onto Ken before his arms could come up to catch him. "Oh, gods, Ken, feels so good. I mean, shit, Ken, don't stop!"

Ken smiled against Omi's chest. If the younger teen was already this wild so early in the game, he couldn't wait to see the blond in the throes of real passion. For a taste of what was to come, he massaged his hands down Omi's back and down over the boy's ass, squeezing and molding the firm muscles.

A keen tore from the blond as his body strived in two directions at once.

"Everything, Omi? I don't know," Ken mused, nipping one pert nipple before moving onto the other. "There's an awful lot to..."

Omi cut the brown-haired teen off with his lips. It took several, long, tongue-lashed seconds before the archer pulled away long enough to stare down at Ken. "Everything," he repeated, grinning. His nimble fingers plucked at Ken's sweater, dancing underneath the material to tease the defined muscles of Ken's stomach. Slowly, he pushed the material up, pulling the sweater up and off, tossing it to the floor somewhere.

Still holding Ken's gaze, Omi lowered his face to Ken's chest, flicking his tongue out over one dark nub, before closing his lips around it and suckling hungrily. Omi's eyes slid shut as a low moan rose from the dark-haired teen's chest.

Ken's hands couldn't make up their mind, whether they wanted to caress his hips and backside, or smooth up his back and into the hair, forcing those traitorous lips into more aggressive motion. His body writhed beneath Omi's administration; he wanted the blond teen badly, and finally his hands settled to Omi's waist, fingering the fastenings on the pants before pushing them down Omi's hips.

Oh good gods, he wasn't wearing underwear!

Omi trailed kisses across Ken's chest, trailing lower and lower until he could dip his tongue into Ken's belly button. The response almost threw him off the bed as Ken's hips bucked off the bed.

"Shit, Omi!"

The blond smirked, his hands wandering to Ken's jeans even as his own shorts slipped off his hips. "Everything, Ken," he whispered, watching those green eyes as he unfastened the jeans and tugged them down and off, grinning at the soccer-covered boxer shorts.

"Gods, yes, Omi, anything," the dark-haired boy breathed, unable to move his eyes away from Omi's face hovering inches above his boxer-covered crotch.

The blonde-haired devil didn't even wait for the shorts to be removed before descending, his lips traveling to the large bulge, tonguing the material and the erection beneath it before suckling. Ken shouted, his hips pistoning off the bed, eager to press against Omi's face. Suddenly, the pressure moved away, and Ken mewed, upset with the loss of contact, looking down to see what was wrong.

What he found were blue eyes grinning back up at him before Omi gently gathered the waistband of Ken's boxers in his teeth and tugged. Ken groaned at the sight, shifting his hips and trying to assist in his last article of clothing's removal, but Omi was having none of that. The blond quickly caught hold of Ken's wrists and pinned them back down onto the bed.

"Stay," the blond commanded, issuing the demand with an extra squeeze against wrists before releasing his hold on Ken and running his fingers up the brown-haired boy's arms and torso, down over defined abs and over narrow flanks to finish pushing Ken's boxer shorts off.

"Watch me, Ken," Omi breathed against his erection, sending shivers racing over Ken's body, but the green-eyed boy complied, eyes half-slitted open to watch as Omi's mouth descended around his cock.

He had to fight to keep his eyes open; the pleasure Omi's lips brought enough for him to see stars. His hips constantly leaving the bed, instinctively trying to burying himself deeper into the blond's warm mouth. He was so caught up in Omi's mouth that when one hand reached up to cup and squeeze his balls he came with a shout.

It took several moments for Ken to recover, at which time, Omi gave a little cry and fell against Ken in a sloppy heap, exhausted and panting.

"Hey, are you okay?" the brown-haired boy murmured.

"Mmm, better than 'okay,'" Omi rasped, smacking his lips, and Ken realized the blond hadn't drawn away in that last moment. With another loud groan, he rolled them both over and buried his tongue in Omi's mouth, reveling in the taste of himself over Omi's natural flavor.

He felt an awakening reaction in his loins, and an answering reaction in the penis currently rubbing against his thigh.

"Ready for round two?"

~OWARI~

Zan: My, my could this series get any sluttier? Rhetorical question, of course.

Andrea: You know... I think that's the fourth time you've asked....