Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stormy Weather ❯ Another Night ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

It's overcast outside today. The wind is cool and is beginning to be a little wet. Mist collides with the faces of approaching costumers. There is no doubt it will rain soon and everyone is in a hurry to get in and out. This is both good and bad news for Yohji and Omi who are on shift in the Koneko no Sumu-Ie. Good news because a smaller amount of people will choose to stop by if they know it is going to rain, saving the trip for another time; bad news because the few people who do show up will be in a hurry to get home before the rain so they will be impacient and moody with the boys, or if it has already began to rain they will track water and mud into the shop and smell the place up with their damp clothing.

The last customer buys the typical gift of one dozen red roses for his girlfriend and sighs opening his umbrella, he'll have to face the rain again. Yohji flips the Open sign to Closed and locks the door. They sweep up the place and go up stairs, thankful to be done with the chattering of fangirls and overly aggressive older women who all seem to be after the two assassins.

The rain has stopped mostly. It hadn't rained very hard to begin with but the sky remains dark and cloudy. Omi sits in the living area with Ken. He's seated on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. He hugs his legs. Ken glances over to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Omi replies softly. "Of course, I'm fine." He shuts his eyes.

"It's just that you look, well, sick or sad. I can hardly tell." Omi slides his legs down and lets his feet meet the floor. He gets up to walk away.

"I'm just tired is all." He heads to his room and glances at Aya's bedroom door. This is the second day that the redhead has been gone. He went to visit someone or settle something that had started before he entered Weiss. He was in the next town over and wouldn't be back until the following night. Omi entered his own room and turned on his computer. He sat there staring at the illuminated screen for just a while. He'd opened a file that contained pictures of him and the rest of his teammates but the one he focused on most was of Aya. He wasn't smiling in the picture, not really, but he wasn't completely frowning either. Omi's bedroom door opened. It was Ken again. Omi quickly closed the file. "Yes Ken?"

"Do you want some ice cream Omi? Yohji went out and brought some home."

"No," Omi said this a bit irritated and Ken picked up on it. He entered Omi's room and closed the door behind him. He moved near Omi and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Omi, please don't be annoyed with me. I know that something's bothering you and we tell each other everything right? I just want to help." He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy; trying to cuddle with him which usually works to calm Omi down when he's feeling worried.

"You can help by leaving me alone." Ken released his grip.

"Omi," he frowned, then left and ran into Yohji in the hall. "Well, he turned down the ice cream."

"Yeah, but he'll be alright. I mean as soon as Aya gets back anyway." Ken looked at him strangely. "Ah, c'mon Ken, you know that's what's going on. It's gotta be, he's in love with the guy, hell, I am too. There's somethin' about his cold nature or I dun `no really. Aya's just hot." Yohji shrugged. "Omi, he sees more in Aya than we do though, maybe." Ken sighed. "And Ken, I know, well… I know how close you are to Omi, how it hurts that he's not opening up to you much at the moment, but don't let his crush on Aya crush your friendship with him, Okay?" Ken nodded and they both returned to the kitchen for ice cream.

The rain outside began to pick up again and lightening lit up the sky. Omi was tucked into bed and began dreaming about Aya.

He walked out of his bedroom into the quiet hallway and crossed over to Aya's room. He could see light coming from beneath the doorway. Excited to know that his favorite redhead was home he turned the knob and opened the door. The room was empty, bed and dresser gone. He opened up the closet door, and nothing was behind it. No clothes or shoes, just nothing. In a panic he started to call out Aya's name when Yohji and Ken came to find him. They tried to calm him down. "What's going on? Where's Aya?" He demanded. The other two boys looked puzzled and Yohji spoke.

"Omi, honey, who's Aya?"

A loud rumble of thunder woke Omi from his sleep. It scared him but he was grateful for it. He sat up in bed panting. Omi combed his fingers through his hair. He knew it had only been a nightmare, but he wanted physical proof. He got out of bed and threw some pajama bottoms on. He walked down the hall to Aya's room. He opened the door and scanned the room. Everything was in its place. Not a thing appeared to be missing but he still proceeded to check the closet. It was full of Aya's clothing and shoes. His heart relieved, Omi crawled onto Aya's bed. He lay there with his head against soft pillows. His eyelids began to get heavy and he fell asleep there.

Aya had gone out of town to visit an old friend. A girl named Keiko. He'd fallen for her years ago and she'd been the only woman he'd ever really loved romantically or could tolerate anyway. All the rest were just people to pass the time with. He and Keiko dated but she left him for some American jerk. Time had healed all wounds from the breakup so when Aya received a letter from her requesting that he visit some time, he responded by accepting the invitation.

Despite his effort to repair the friendship between himself and the girl it was all thrown away by her stubbornness and habit to blame everyone for everything but herself. In fact she failed to mention that she had a husband, also known as the American jerk she'd left Aya for years ago. Home early from a business trip, he caught his wife and the assassin in bed together. After a rather awkward and embarrassing realization of the circumstances, Aya began to pack his things as she pulled at him to forgive her and explained she was almost positive he cheated on her too, so why couldn't she have her own fun? "Go fuck yourself," he growled and with that said he left.

Aya was furious as he sped home in the rain. He began to slow down not wanting to hydroplane and crash his car. Finally he arrived home. He changed into his nightclothes and slipped into bed, trying his best not to disturb his unexpected guest. He slipped the covers over the younger boy who was curled into a ball. Aya scooted closer to him to keep Omi warm and wrapped one arm around him. Even with the red head's careful precision while climbing into bed, Omi awoke very surprised and began to fidget. "Omi are you awake?" whispered a voice.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you." Omi twisted onto his back and turned his head to face Aya.

"It's alright Aya-kun, I don't mind. But I am glad to know you're home, I didn't expect to see you tonight." By this time both their eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Aya reached out a hand to smooth stray locks of hair from Omi's face. Lightening crashed loudly and thunder shook the building. Omi jumped as a result. The older boy laughed just a little and drew Omi close. The boy felt relieved that he had someone to be next to during the storm but even more so that it was Aya. He couldn't believe that the harsh redhead was being so kind.

Aya closely hovered over him, staring deep into Omi's blue eyes. "Omi?"

"Hm?"

"May I kiss you?" Omi's heart dropped, hardly able to speak the word of approval.

"Yes," he finally uttered. The sound was just above a whisper but he was overjoyed inside as Aya descended his mouth to Omi's. Aya was delighted with the younger boy's eager reaction when he licked at Omi's lips for entrance. His mouth opened and Aya slid his tongue inside. Omi sucked at it. The feeling was both smooth and rough but over all enjoyable. The youngest assassin wrapped his arms around his partner and held him close. Greatly excited by the action Aya began to pull at Omi's waistband. Omi gasped.

"I'm sorry, we don't have to…"

"No Aya, I want to," the younger boy replied sheepishly. Aya continued to pull off Omi's pants, he had nothing on underneath and his stiffening penis was exposed. Aya's dripping arousal ached at the sight. He removed his own boxers, freeing himself to Omi's view. Experimentally, the smaller boy reached a hand out to touch the soft curls surrounding Aya's cock. Then, he let his fingers tease the shaft of his teammate's sex. He fondled to the tip. It was leaking of pre-come and it flattered Omi to realize that he had brought this on in Aya, not Ken or even Yohji, him. He had aroused the man before him. Omi put his dampened fingertips to his mouth and sucked them, tasting the essence of his friend. He had never gotten this far while experimenting with Ken and desired much more. "Lie down Aya?" The redhead nodded and did so. Omi placed himself between Aya's legs, his face nudging at his lover's erection. He kissed and licked Aya's inner thighs and only stopped to begin licking at his teammate's balls. He worked his way up the older boy's shaft with Aya's fingers shelved deep into his hair. Aya moaned uncontrollably as the head of his penis was sucked with intense heat from Omi's mouth. The inexperienced boy became a professional as soon as he took his lover's penis completely into his mouth. He used his lips and tongue as best he could to please the readhead. Loudly Aya came into his mouth and Omi swallowed his semen eagerly. Omi slowly released his mouth's grip over Aya's sensitive cock.

Aya flipped the boy onto his back and kissed him hard. He tasted himself inside of the boy's mouth. He kissed his way down Omi's neck and chest. He licked at his navel and dipped his tongue inside, then went back up to suckle Omi's pink nipples. Omi shivered with pleasure and lust when finally, Aya's mouth descended to his cock and he began to bob up and down the shaft the same way Omi had done. He lightly raked his teeth along it. Omi moaned intensely. "No stop, this isn't what I want, I mean it is, but I'd rather have you in me right now," Omi begged. The redhead smiled inwardly and obeyed the command. He got up to rummage through his nightstand. He turned his head when he heard moans spilling from Omi's mouth. The boy hadn't been satisfied yet and he was beginning to pump his hand over his erection. Aya sat back on his bed, eyes wide with anticipation. He lubed his fingertips and let them slide down his hard penis then, he moved over Omi's gorgeous body admiring his youth before sliding slick fingers between the boy's buttocks. He massaged the Omi's tight entrance a moment and then slid a finger inside. The boy tried to keep from gasping but couldn't hold it when a second finger joined the first and they began to scissor. Aya entered a final finger working the three in and out. Omi began to adjust to the pain as it faded away; in its place were incredible fits of delight as the fingers brushed over his prostate.

A cry of bliss and pleasure let the eldest assassin know that Omi was ready. He removed his fingers and raised Omi's torso a bit to get better entrance. Omi felt a rounded heat firmly pressed against and then into his puckered opening. He closed his eyes tight as Aya began to move inside of him. Suddenly his prostate was brushed again and he whimpered. Aya positioned himself so that every thrust he made would hit the spot repeatedly and wrapped a hand around Omi's cock, pumping it to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

The redhead breathed heavily. Omi was so tight around and warm. Aya began to plunge harder as Omi finished, his muscles clenched even more tightly around Aya who neared completion. The youngest assassin whined and then, cried out loudly announcing his climax. He spilled his seed onto his lover's hand. One last thrust and Aya's body shook signaling his own orgasm. He filled Omi with his semen for a second time.

Aya slowly pulled himself from Omi's body and lay next to him. They were both exhausted and damp with sweat. Omi smiled. "That was fun," he said nearly breathless and Aya laughed bringing the boy closer to him with outstretched arms. He kissed Omi's cheek. Barely able to keep them open blue eyes stared into violet. "Aya, can we do it again?" Aya smiled wide.

"Of course we can Omi, just not tonight, but maybe in the morning."