Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Blame it All On... ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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.

The sky was a mess. The thunder clapped passionately as the pitter patter of raindrops began.

Yohji closed his eyes with a sigh. He clenched his fists at his sides before reopening his eyelids and starting a path toward Omi’s bed. He instinctively shut the door behind him. The blonde was pleased to see what choice the older man had made. He watched carefully as Yohji undid the buttons on his shirt. The taller boy hesitated a bit when it came to taking off his pants. His hands sat on the belt buckle. Omi started removing his own clothing in hopes that it would make his friend more comfortable. The technique was a success and the tan skin of Yohji’s legs appeared. Suddenly, the younger man had himself feeling embarrassed and hesitant to remove his underpants. Yohji went first and with a red hue of shyness on his face, Omi dropped his underwear to the floor, though he kept his knees shut.

Once again the sexual vessel that was Yohji, sat on the blonde boy’s bed. Omi felt a gentle hand at his face. The touch was feathery and warm. He leaned into the older man’s embrace with a sigh of relief. He felt willing and redeemed. As soon as Omi eased back a little, the kissing began. The young boy was much more aggressive this time around. Softly, he pressed his hand to Yohji’s chest to make him lye down. Their entwined legs kept them close together. Wanting to feel empowered and sexy, Omi rolled on top of Yohji, playfully.

“Ouuuuch! Ouch, ouch!”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” the boy said rolling off.

“It’s not you, it’s, it’s something else,” Yohji said sitting up a little. Something was stabbing him in his shoulder. When he realized what was causing him the pain he held it up to Omi’s view. “A girl’s earring in your bed. What could that mean?” he asked sarcastically. “Are you sure that you want this to happen? Or are you just going through some sort of bisexual phase and right now your about to make a big mistake?”


“No. I have a lot of questions about myself when it comes to my sexuality and I’m desperately seeking the answers. Sometimes I feel like I could be gay and that’s confusing. It’s really hard to accept because I never hear good things about being gay or gay people only the negative. Not until I met you, at least. It felt like a burden so...”

“You figured that sleeping with a girl might make it all go away.” Omi nodded to the explanation. “And like it made you normal again. And secretly it was also a way to figure out if you really had any feelings for women.”
“Yeah, I guess.”

“Maybe you are gay. Or maybe you’re bisexual. I don’t know. But don’t worry about it. And however you feel after tonight...I really am here for you.”

Omi placed his hand back at Yohji’s chest and gently eased him down onto the bed. His own assertiveness was making his heart flutter. He was surprised to feel Yohji’s heart beating faster as well.

Experimentally, the younger boy teased his partner’s left nipple between his index finger and his thumb. This experience was so different. Instead of the swell of a breast, Yohji had toned chest muscles and his nipples were considerably smaller than any females. His shoulder’s were broader and so was his abdomen. Omi traveled his fingers down the grooves of the older man’s stomach but stopped at the navel. Again using his index finger, he made loops around the small indentation before dipping it inside.

Omi was new to this whole thing but he was willing to figure it out. At the top of the list right now was oral sex. At school if a male student talked about giving a girl oral he was almost always applauded but if a girl was outed for giving a man a blow job, she never lived it down. A double standard. Furthermore, if a male was ever unfortunate enough to be outed for giving oral to another male, he was an eternal outcast and the butt of every joke. Bottom line, if you were a cock sucker it meant you were someone’s whipped bitch. But no one was here to find out tonight. It was just the two of them in the comfort of the young boy’s bed.

Omi sank his head in level with Yohji’s member and started to lick the tip. The older man watched in approval. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Omi smiled.

“Well, I’m really glad that you are.” Feeling encouraged, the younger boy started licking upward from the base to the crown of his partner’s cock. Yohji writhed.

The older boy reached forward and guided Omi’s head further down onto his cock. The gentle warmth of his partner’s lips was so inviting. The boy began a rhythmic bobbing up and down the shaft. His hands were at Yohji’s hips and occasionally he could feel the man’s muscles contract when the penis became very sensitive. Gradually, the boy began to taste what he realized was pre-cum. He wasn’t sure if he liked the taste just yet but it was symbolic to the height of Yohji’s arousal. This meant he had to be doing something right.

Yohji put his hand over one of Omi’s at his hip. It felt very romantic to the young blonde that the man wanted to be so tender with him. It was just another thing he’d never experienced before during sex. The more caresses Omi received and sweet encouragements, the more this seemed like real love making instead of just sex, something that Omi had never been concerned with before, as it were with most teenage boys, but now that it was happening...this experience was turning out to be better than he’d imagined.
His young lover had been taking the lead so far but Yohji was ready to be dominant again. “That’s enough.” Omi responded slowly. Was he doing something wrong? Didn’t Yohji like it? “We’re gonna try some other stuff now.”

“Oh...but we were just getting started with this, with oral.”

“There are more ways to have oral,” said the husky voice. It was so full of hunger and need. Quite frankly it sounded like the tone of a sex starved convict just released from prison. “Kiss me.” The younger boy followed instructions and led his lips to Yohji’s. “Not like that. Give me a real kiss. Like this,” Yohji corrected, as he swooped his prey up into his arms and prodded the boy’s mouth with his tongue. He sucked Omi’s lips passionately, whilst grazing his backside.

Yohji delivered two fingers down the cleft of the blonde’s ass until he could feel the tightened hole. The digits massaged it and Omi began to feel sensations that he never knew he could have. “Oh, oh my god,”came the whisper. It drew so many moans from his breath.

The older man finally ended the kiss and his young partner was stunned. Omi’s lips were damp with saliva and the air was making them cold. “Did you like that?” Omi nodded. “What was it like?”

“That was amazing. It was deep, it was...erotic.”

“So you liked it then?” Yohji said softly with a smile. Omi nodded once more with a smirk of his own. “Good, ‘cause now I’m gonna do it someplace else,” Yohji announced as he rubbed the entrance down below a little further.

The shock was not apparent on Omi’s face but it was definitely what he was feeling. Yohji got him to lay flat on his stomach while hugging a pillow under his chest. It made his current position more comfortable with his bottom slightly in the air and legs spread. Was this orthodox? The younger man couldn’t help but to ask himself just that. Seconds later, he felt the brush of Yohji’s tongue against his left butt cheek. Three kisses were planted on the right one before the tip of the older boy’s tongue descended between them both. Up and down it licked between the crevice, flickering over the hole each time. Yohji spread his lover’s buttocks with one hand and gave the opening a big wet kiss. Now that the area was moistened, he started to massage it with one finger again just before dipping it in a bit. He continued to lick the surface while the digit still probed; his saliva serving as sort of a lubricant.

Omi could definitely feel his arousement steadily heightening. Finally, his friend was ready to move forward. He felt himself being probed and penetrated by the same tongue that had investigated is mouth. Having himself stretched stung a little but it was for the most part very enjoyable. The sensitive nerves surrounding his anal opening were instantly becoming activated.

Yohji’s eyes were gently shut with delight. He continued to have one hand on Omi’s buttocks, groping and feeling around while his tongue was still deep inside the boy’s anus. The blonde could feel his partner licking in circles, his lips occasionally kissing the outside rim. “Mmmm,” Omi started to purr. The tongue was starting to lazily dart in and out now. Yohji pulled back, taking a deep breath and licking his lips. He gave the blonde’s ass a little smack. Omi started to look around and over his shoulder. “Are we...done?” He asked, disappointedly.

Yohji chuckled at him. “This is just the beginning.” His olive eyes gleamed mischievously through Omi’s royal blue stare. It was time to get down to business. Taking a rubber band from around his wrist, the older boy tied his hair up in a ponytail. “Lie down on your back and bend your knees upward.” Yohji crawled between his friend’s legs. He placed his hands at the boy’s hips and massaged the area, drawing his palms between Omi’s thighs and around the curve of his buttocks. He tweaked the younger man’s pubic hair playfully, careful not to pull too hard. Omi tried to look downward, not only to see what Yohji was doing to him but to also catch a glimpse of the rod he knew would soon be shoved inside his body.

Yohji stuck two fingers in his mouth and lathered them in spit. He teased Omi’s hole once more, beginning with one wet finger and eventually slipping them both inside. The young boy held his breath. This was hurting more than earlier and it felt strange but, there wasn’t any backing out now. He shut his eyes patiently. Omi knew it was just a matter of adjusting to the insertion. The pain started to grow faint but he still wasn’t experiencing the pleasure that Yohji had described came with anal penetration.

“Okay. I think you’re loose enough,” Yohji guesstimated, spitting onto his fingers and re-entering them into his partner’s body once more. They young boy’s entrance was visibly stretched and rose colored. Crouching closer between Omi’s legs, the older man directed his stiff penis toward it’s goal. He tried to slip the head in as easily as possible. So far so good. Slowly, the shaft crept forward. Omi hissed with hurt that he could no longer hide, grasping the bed sheets as he turned his face to the side. “Gomen,” Yohji whispered. He gently pulled his cock out and inch or so then started to re-enter. The technique was repeated a few more times with less whimpers from the receiver. Omi’s insides were obviously getting used to Yohji’s length but the look on the young boy’s face proved that he was still in discomfort. Yohji pulled out completely. “Do you have another condom? I think we’re gonna need it.”

“I think I might have one in my wallet. It’s in the back pocket of those jeans over there.”

Yohji walked from the bedside to retrieve the wallet. He opened a side zipper and found the small packet he’d been seeking for. “It’s not good to keep these here you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“In order for condoms to stay affective they need to be kept in a cool, dry place. Not in the cramped back pocket of your jeans where the body heat from your ass expires it before it’s time. If I were a girl I wouldn’t let you near me with this thing; you’re a pregnancy waiting to happen.”

“Well, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore ‘cause I’m in no hurry to sleep with another female again. I don’t have to.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself. It’s okay to like both. You don’t have to choose one over the other.”

“Do you like both?”

“Nope. Not my style.” Yohji was back on the bed rolling the condom up his shaft and repositioning himself over his lover. They locked eyes. “I know we’ve pretty much already began but...”

“I want this. I’m sure of it.” As soon as he’d finished the sentence, Omi felt the prodding tip of Yohji’s cock trying to re-enter. It was slicker this time thanks to the lubricated condom and made the experience more tolerable. “This feels a lot better.”

“Shit, I was barely able to get in here before. I haven’t been with a virgin in a long time. You were tight, you still are,” Yohji smiled. He noticed that Omi’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be more relaxed. His small hands grazed the sides of the older man’s body searchingly.

The first mew from contact with Omi’s prostate was released. This really wasn’t so bad. The pace of Yohji’s thrusting sped up and his penis went deeper, that’s when the blonde’s true moaning began. His legs were starting to shake ever so often. He started to remember something he’d heard on the news about nerves that are connected from the groin all the way down to the ankles. He could literally feel small jolts corse through the said nerve endings. [So this is what makes it all worth while.] The pleasure canceled out whatever initial pain he’d felt. Yohji pulled the boy closer to him and lifted both his legs upward so that the back of Omi’s knees rested on his shoulders. Omi started to laugh to himself lightly. This really was fun.

Yohji lowered Omi’s legs again but still kept them slightly elevated by holding the boy’s thighs. He lent forward to lock lips with his partner and kiss down his neck affectionately. Then, the older man through his head back, causing loose strands of his hair to fling away from his eyes. Still pumping the hole, he’d reached forward for Omi’s neglected member. A droplet of cum was oozing from the crown. Yohji’s grip was pleasing.

“Uhh...” The younger boy could feel his orgasm nearing but he tried to hold on. It was such a turn on to watch Yohji’s abs contract as he thrust forward. The older man was so strong and alluring.

Yohji was starting to breath harder. “Fuck...,” he whispered, “I think I’m gonna come soon,” he added in a slightly louder voice. His younger partner was glad to know that he wasn’t the only one on the edge. Yohji clenched his eyes shut, banging harder and faster. The bed post rocked against the back wall rapidly. “Ohhh...yes, yesss! Fuck!” He tightened his fist around Omi’s cock; the more he did so, the more Omi’s anal muscles squeezed the older man’s cock gently as they contracted. Finally, Yohji came with a shallow groan. “Oh...oh...” but his body kept fucking nearly uncontrollably.

Physical and emotional saturation sent Omi over the top as well. He looked downward. “Sorry I creamed your hand.”

“That was the idea,” Yohji said between breaths with a smirk. He looked at the white mess and started lap it all up.

“Ewe,” Omi winced. Yohji gave him an amused glare then, brought the back of his hand to the blonde’s mouth. Timidly, the boy licked off the rest of his own essence.

“See, not as bad as it seems, is it?” The older man slowly pulled out of Omi’s bottom. He started to take the condom off.

“Uh, before you do that let me get something.” The blonde got off the bed and to find an old brown lunch bag. He could feel some soreness as he walked around. “Put that thing in here. I don’t need my mom finding any more of them.” Once the condom was inside, he rolled up the bag and through it in the garbage bin, making a mental note to throw the trash out by the end of the day. “‘Guess we should start getting cleaned up now, huh?”

“Yeah, we both look gross,” Yohji giggled and his lover followed. Omi landed back on the bed. Lovingly, Yohji leaned forward for a kiss that the younger man eagerly accepted. The older boy started to tickle the blonde’s sides. Omi attacked back and soon they were both smiling brightly, leaving the world behind them. But it was no laughing matter when they heard a door creek open and realized that Omi’s mother was standing in the threshold. Her face twisted in mortification, she started to step backward and tripped on a bump in the hallway rug. She hit her head on the wall and fell to the floor.

The two boys bounced up from the bed to come to the woman’s aid. “Oh shit!” Omi cried. She was knocked unconscious.

“Oh, my god. Oh-my-GOD!”

“Calm down, calm down. We’ll call an ambulance.”

“Okay, I’m on it.”

“And let’s hurry up and get some clothes on while we wait for it to get here.”

“Okay, okay. Shit!” Omi was panicking terribly. “What the fuck was she doing here anyway? She should be on a plane right now. This is all my fault.”

“No it’s not. It was an accident.”
“I’m always screwing shit up. This is the Universe’s way of paying me back for all the headaches I’ve been putting my parents through lately. I’ve taken them for granted and now God is trying to revoke them from me.”

“Omi, she’s not dead, she’s just passed out. So, get over the whole self hatred thing right now. Are you dialing yet?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the phone right here.”

Meanwhile, Omi’s father was busy at the front of the house unloading baggage. After locking up the car he came back into the house expecting to see his wife. “Helloooo.” Yohji and Omi stared at each other briefly before flattening down their hair with their hands, trying to make themselves look as presentable as possible. Omi’s father was shocked to see his wife lying on the floor of the hallway. He strode to her. “Honey?”

“Dad,” Omi said popping out from his room. “I’ve called an ambulance.”
“Well, wha-what happened!”

“She just tripped-or-fell-or-something...” Omi figured he’d ‘fess up all the details later. Right now just wasn’t the time.

+++

Omi sat in the hospital waiting room while his father fetched them both something to drink. His mother had fallen into a coma and it was against the doctor’s better judgement to dry and wake her with smelling salts or anything else of the sort. Doing so might have caused further damage.

As for Yohji, well...he strapped all his clothes back on while hiding inside of Omi’s closet. Omi’s father rushed to keep a look out for the ambulance outside. This gave his son enough time to make sure that the older boy was dressed properly. They planned to tell Omi’s father that Yohji had been in the bathroom and hadn’t realized what was going on until just this moment. The plan made sense and it worked. Omi’s father was actually glad to see Yohji there. He asked if the boy would drive his kids to the hospital while he road with his wife in the ambulance. Yohji kept Van and Yoko occupied and distracted through the whole ordeal by taking them down to the cafeteria.

“This just isn’t my day,” Omi’s father said coldly.

“You don’t sound very upset.”

“The doctor’s said your mother will be fine and I believe them...I have to believe them.” The man’s voice had gone soft. “Sort of ironic isn’t it. We were on our way to help my uncle move out of the hospital and we ended up checking in to one instead.”

“So, why are you here? I mean, why did you come back?”
“Our flight was canceled due to the storm. It doesn’t look so bad on our side of town but twenty miles from here it was hailing. They finally announced that the flight couldn’t be rescheduled until tomorrow at the earliest so we just decided to head home.”

“Oh.”

“So...tell me, what happened? How’d she hit her head again?”

“Uhm...” Omi lowered his head.

“It’s okay pal,” said the boy’s father putting a hand to his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it right now. To tell the truth, I’m just as worried as you are.”

Omi nodded his head, but he knew that sooner or later his mother was going to wake up and she would explain exactly what happened.

The Tsukiyono family left the hospital that night, the mother excluded. Van and Yoko were barely able to keep awake and ended up falling asleep on the car ride home. Omi was tired but he couldn’t sleep. So many unexpected things had occurred that day but he knew that he had to get some rest soon or madness might start to set in. His clothes were filthy after having them on all day, especially at school during the rain. They’d also collected an awful lot of sweat from him worrying so much. Omi stripped them off and began tossing them into his hamper. The last article were his underpants. Upon taking them off, he noticed a little blood at the rear. “Shit,” he whispered. He found something else to wear and immediately started to do a load of laundry. At least he could cover his tracks for now.

+++

For the next two days Omi and his father lived in fear and concern. Van and Yoko were told that their mother was just at the hospital for a little while because she bumped her head and nothing more. As not to worry the two children, they weren’t informed that their mother was in a coma but that instead she just needed a lot of rest and was given medicine to do so. Their father wasn’t ready to reveal the real truth. He didn’t want them feeling the same type of pressure that he and the older boy were enduring.

Most of the morning was spent trying to keep busy by sprucing up the house and sighing every now and again. Finally, a call came from the hospital. “Omi, get your siblings, you’re mother is showing signs of improvement.” They drove happily to the hospital. Perhaps the woman could go home today. She’d been there almost 48 hours exactly.

Omi was first to come to his mother’s bedside. “She’s still sleeping. I thought she was doing better?”
“I am,” said a weak but chipper voice. The woman’s eyes opened slowly and only half way. “I am so tired.”
“Tired, huh? You’ve been asleep almost two days,” her husband joked.

“You have no idea.”

“So, how’ve you been, mama?” asked Van in his curious little voice.

“Oh, have you been wondering about me?” she tried to smile. Her young son nodded his head and pouted a little. “Awe, I’m fine.”

“Mama,” began Yoko. “When are you coming home?”
“As soon as the doctors say it’s alright. I shouldn’t been here much longer.” The woman looked up at Omi and her eyes grew with concern.

The four chatted with each other for another hour or so before it was time for them to leave. Mrs. Tsukiyono’s condition needed to be re-evaluated. Visitation could continue later that afternoon.

Omi roamed around the hospital by himself. He found an undisturbed spot next to the parking lot where he could have a cigarette and simply have a moment to himself. He got an unexpected phone call. It was Yohji. “God, I’m glad you called. I’ve been losing my mind.”

“So, update me. What’s going on?”

“Well, my mom is finally awake.”

“Good. Great! So things are getting back to normal.”

“Yohji...” Omi whimpered.

“Tell me, what is it?” said a sympathetic voice.

“How am I supposed to face her? At some point she and I are going to be alone and she’s going to want answers for what she saw you and I doing. She kept starin’ at me today as if the only reason she wasn’t strangling me was ‘cause my kid brother and sister were in the room. How could I have done this?” Omi’s voice was trembling.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop all this on you.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant that I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself for this. And when the time comes, I will be there directly by your side when she starts to question you. I’m the one at fault most.”
“No. I started it.”

“Not in the beginning you didn’t. But regardless, no matter who started it, I should’ve stopped it. Blame what she saw on me.”

“Don’t fucking be a hero, Yohji.”

“I’m trying to be responsible. Something that I failed to do by letting what happened between us happen. I knew better.”

“So did I!”

“Omi, maybe you don’t fully understand,” Yohji’s voice was beginning to pick up. “I’m not some high school kid whose made a poor decision, I’m a grown man in my twenties and this isn’t one of those times where you can just say ‘oh, well shit happens’. I’m older than you and I have more life experience. That means more is expected of me.”

“Just stop it already.”

“I genuinely do value our friendship but I also took advantage of it.”

“You make me sound like a victim! And I don’t want to feel like one.” Omi roared back.

“Let’s not dramatize this. You just don’t want to feel like a fool. It’s easier to pretend that you were in control so that you don’t have to feel humiliated. Yes, you were an active partner in this but you weren’t in control, I was.”

“Bullshit! It’s not like I was a virgin or anything. I knew what I was getting myself into. This was casual for me. You weren’t my first fuck, remember? In fact, you’re far from it. So get over yourself! You didn’t corrupt me.”

“I’m not suggesting that I did corrupt you. You were lawless to begin with. But you are also young and naive about things for lack of exposure to the world, exposure that I have and chose to ignore.” The line was silent. “Do you understand now?” Yohji thought he could hear tears forming so he softened his voice. “I’m not much older than you but those few extra years obligated me to be more responsible...and I blew it. Overall, it was my fault.”

“I have to go now, please don’t call me again,” Omi stated with a hushed voice and hung up the phone. He wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

The reality of things began to sink in. Yohji was supposed to be the babysitter, not his lover. He was supposed to watch out for the welfare of the Tsukiyono children and he failed. That’s what Yohji had been trying to explain. A line had been crossed and the older boy was on the wrong side.

Omi didn’t feel like the man’s equal anymore. He just felt like a ‘kid’. It was a term that had been used so many times to describe him and he’d always despised it but...now it just seemed like the truth.