Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasant Dreams ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 1 )

: Pleasant Dreams

A Weiss Kreuz "Interlude" Smut Fic

by Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Pairings: Yohji x Omi

Standard Disclaimers Apply: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me, a fact for which I lament with much remorse over.

Warnings: PWP Lemon. Yaoi. Don't know what that means? Don't read. Do know what that means and don't like it, than stop wasting my time reading my fics 'cause all flames will be sent to my online Journal to be laughed at. (Though, I have to admit, to the last three flamers, thank you for using correct grammar and techniques.)

Self-betaed, which guarantees you some misspelled words and a few punctuations errors.

Story Summary: Yohji wakes Omi up from his nightmares, now he has to soothe the boy and put him back to bed.

Rating: "R"

He writhed on the bed, panting, burning up. The bed sheets tangled against his legs, effectively tying them down. He moaned, his body arching with the sound.

I came awake with a start, blinking up blindly at the ceiling. A moment to catch my bearings and to try and understand what had woken me. And then another strangled scream tore from the room's other occupant. I sighed, tugging my own bed sheets free.

"Wake up, kiddo," I try, knowing it'll be useless even as I crawl onto the bed and carefully wrap my arms around his smaller body. "Shhh, it's just a nightmare. C'mon."

I hope that maybe I'll be able to bring him out of this nightmare before he does wake, but sometimes consciousness was the only thing capable of driving away the haunting memories. And he already got so little sleep.

My comrades believed that our little Omi stayed up, waiting for them to come home at night because he was good, kind, sweet little Omi. I knew different. Yes, Omi cared about us all. Yes, Omi worried about one or more of us getting into trouble we couldn't handle, but for the most part, Omi trusted us like the professionals we were. No, the real reason the honey-haired boy stayed up for late hours into the night was because he was afraid to go to sleep. He didn't want to live through the nightmares again, and from what I remember of my own nightmares, I had to agree. Nightmares could be a real bitch.

With a wretched sob, cerulean blue eyes snapped open, and the body in my arms froze.

"Shhh, Omiichi, you're safe," I whisper against his sweat-dampened temple. "I have you; you're safe."

His body relaxes into mine, and not for the first time I notice just how well his ass fits against my pelvis, how well his back fits perfectly into my scooped chest, how perfectly his head nestles under my chin.

A shaky sob wracks his body as I continue to hold him loosely but securely against my body.

"Omiichi?"

"Don't leave me," he whispers, shivering.

"I won't. We won't," I promise. "We're all here for you, Omi, whenever you need us. We won't leave you."

He twists and turns against me, and I almost cringe at the response his wiggling produces before he squirms his body up against mine again, face-first this time.

"Love me?"

"Aa," I answer, my voice hoarse with lust.

He tilts his face up until our lips meet and replies "Show me how much, Yohji? Please, I--I need it."

I close my eyes, mentally cursing the nightmares that could leave this normally strong young man so delicate and fragile now in my arms, as I deepen the chaste kiss, parting his lips and thrusting my tongue inside his warm, sweet mouth. His legs fell apart, one leg hooking around my hip, as he tried to pull me closer to him, pull me into him through our respective clothing.

My hips respond automatically to the writhing and willing body pressing against my own, thrusting pelvis to pelvis, mimicking the motions of our tongues. His cold hands were at my waist, vying for purchase of my pj bottoms, loose and easy access to the jewels, which he found and manipulated so expertly. I tore my lips away with a loud groan.

"Gods, Omi! If you keep that up there won't be any more."

In answer, one deft hand squeezes my balls. "You'll recover," he teases, licking down my throat and chest to find one of my nipples. Teeth and tongue set to work, and I reach to rip his tee shirt from his body in my lustful eagerness. Mission successful, my hands move to his boxer shorts, dipping inside and teasing the soft, puckered flesh of his opening.

"Yohji!" he cries softly, trying to push back on my finger that quickly pulls away.

I find his lips again. "Lube first," I remind him, my other hand moving to tease the skin covering his erection.

"Fuck." He squirms out from under me, stumbling on all fours to the nightstand and the tube of Astro-glide secreted inside. A quick twist of his wrist sends the missile hurtling at me and only quick, finely tuned reflexes save me the embarrassment of being hit in the face with a tube of lubricant.

He tosses a saucy grin at me before thrusting his ass up in the air and burying his face against a pillow.

I want to tease him back, but I'm such a hedonist at heart I can't stand to deny myself the pleasure of sinking into his body any longer. Flipping the cap open, I upturn the tube over the crease of his ass, watching as the slippery, gelatinous liquid dribbles over his pink skin.

He shivers at the chilled lube, but I move quickly to warm it up for him, using my fingers to smear it over and into his opening, working his entrance and finally reaching his prostrate. Jabbing it again and again, rubbing my fingers over the sensitive gland until Omi was writhing and screaming into the pillow. But there's only too much of Omi's delicious little ass waving around enticingly that I can take.

Smearing the excess lubricant onto my own cock, I grab his hips and guide him back onto my rigid length until he is sitting up in my lap, completely impaled.

"Fuck, Yohji," he moans, and I flex my hips, pushing my cock deeper into his ass.

His arms reach up, anchoring in my hair, dragging my head down against his shoulder where I nip, lick, and bite the sweet, easy-to-bruise skin there. The sex is great--a frenzy of pelvises slapping and grinding together, grunts of pleasure huffing from our lungs, arms wrapped as tightly as possible around each other.... He was so fucking hot when he was being fucked. He was irresistible; I didn't stand a chance of lasting long from the minute he woke up. I knew it, and so I didn't even try to fight it as I buried my face against his throat and shouted my release.

He followed shortly, and it was only after we'd collapsed onto the bed that I realized our palms were still joined over his groin.

"Love you, Yotan. Thank you."

I smiled against his damp hair, knowing there would be bruises to hide tomorrow morning, but also sure of the fact that the nightmares would stay away for the rest of the night.

For both of us.

~~OWARI~~