Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Healing a Heart ( Chapter 11 )

[ 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.

Omi stood at the front door of his parents house. Somehow using his own key felt like an intrusion upon strangers so he rung the bell. His father answered the door. His face was unreadable. “Come in,” he asked quietly. The scent of home instantly bathed Omi’s entire being. But, somehow this was still a foreign land. “Why don’t you have a seat,” his father suggested. “I’ll get your mother.” Omi sat rigidly on a couch that he’d relaxed on so many times in the past. Both of his parents entered the room. His mother looked upon him like only a mother could. The boy she’d carried in her body for nine months, the one she’d painfully given birth to and breast fed was finally home. He was a detachable part of herself and if forgetting everything about her son’s affair with Yohji meant that the boy would never leave again, she was prepared to put it all behind her.

“Hello, Omi.”

“Hello.”

“May I hug you?” the woman asked nervously.

“Of course,” Omi shrugged as he stood to his feet. He kept an eye on his father, anxious as to whether the older man felt completely opposite the way that his wife did. Perhaps he was still angry and unforgiving.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“That’s right. I’m sure Yohji has taken good care of you,” she tried to say as politely and good natured as he could. It was important to her to make sure that Omi knew she was more than willing to be flexible in order to keep their family intact.

“No,” came the soft reply. “I wasn’t with him. I...I stayed other places. I know you guys think I was staying with him because of the letter I sent but, it was someone else who informed me that you all were searching for me. Yohji wasn’t hiding me or anything. He told me about it all earlier today.”

“Oh. Well...we’re sorry. Aren’t we honey?” the woman asked while looking up at her husband. He was unresponsive. His emotionless face worried her. She furrowed her brow. It was enough to make her yell at him. Didn’t he want their son to stay? He wasn’t making an effort for Omi to feel welcomed. It was already very obvious to Omi that his father had been the one to call off the search for him out of anger and suspicion rather than his mother.

“Why don’t we all have a sit down,” Omi suggested. “As you know, I’m here to talk because this can’t go on.”

“Yes, you’re right. Absolutely!”

“And Mom, you don’t have to keep tip-toeing around me. I’m not going anywhere. I still wanna be your son. If you don’t agree with something, say it. We can discuss it from that point on. You don’t have condone everything I’m doing, just please be tolerant. I can tell you’re afraid that I’ll leave for good if you say the wrong thing but, I won’t happen.”

Omi’s father finally chimed in. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. ‘Cause I don’t like this whole gay-business one bit. It’s not right.”

“Why? It’s never been an issue in this family before, it’s not against our religion being that you raised me atheist and I’m not hurting anyone.”

“Yes you are?!”

“Who, Dad?”

“Us, me and your mother! We didn’t raise you to be like a girl. And you’re hurting yourself! You’ll face nothing but prejudice if you continue this lifestyle.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Omi said in reference to his father’s instant rejection.

“It won’t be so nice in the real world. Other people with hurt you both emotionally and physically because of your choice.”

“You are absolutely right. And that is why I was hoping that my loved ones would support me, because the rest of the world is already prepared to cut me down.”

“Blood is thicker than water,” the blonde’s mother reasoned.

“This has nothing to do with blood. What good is blood to a man who is dying of thirst? Right now I thirst for your acceptance and unconditional love. Not because I’m your son but, because you know that I am a human being and I have integrity and I’m worth something.” Omi paused in thought. “You call this a choice,” he shook his head. “Do you really think I would choose to face so much ridicule and hate not only from strangers but, from my own father? No. I didn’t choose to have the feelings that I do.”

“Well, you sure chose to act upon them.”

“Only because I have the right to.”

“You don’t have the right to do anything except what I tell you while you’re living under my roof! I’m the man of the house, not you! You aren’t gonna see that boy anymore. I don’t even wanna hear his name brought up!”
“Well then, maybe I won’t live under your roof!” Omi stood to his feet. He was confident this time that Yohji would put him up at his house.

“Boy, if you’re going where I think you’re going, don’t even bother. You are still underage. And if you don’t start doing more of what I tell you and less of what you feel like, I mill march down to the police station and report statutory rape against that pervert. I won’t let him ruin my son any further.”

“Fine! Have your fuckin’ way!” Omi was just as surprised to hear those words fly out of his mouth as his parents were. He’d never cussed at either of them before. “You’ve only got so many months to control me and the clock is ticking! Maybe I’ll marry that pervert when I finally turn 18. And don’t look for your invitation to the wedding in the mail, ‘cause there won’t fuckin’ be one!!!” He didn’t truly believe that he and Yohji would be walking down the aisle any time soon but, he hoped to get his father so angry that the man would kick him out of the house again. That would force Omi to go right back to Yohji. The perfect excuse to escape for a while and to really settle his differences with his on-again, off-again lover.

“Go to your room,” the older man commanded in a guttural tone. “Now!”

“RrRrrrr!” Omi huffed. He stormed off to the room and nearly screamed after passing over the threshold. Everything had been trashed. Angrily, he marched back in the other direction. “What the fuck is going on here?! Why is my room a mess?!”

“Oh, oh...I’m sorry,” Omi’s mother proceeded to apologize. “I forgot all about that. We were looking for any clues as to how to find you and things got out of hand.”

Omi’s father butted in, “What she means to say is that I turned the whole place upside down because you have single handedly managed to do the same thing to this family.”

“Single handedly? Don’t you ever tell me that again!” Omi stated roughly with a finger pointed at his father. The other man grabbed it and twisted it. “Ahhh...!” Omi was also grabbed by the hair.

“No!” protested his mother.

“And don’t you ever point another fuckin’ finger at me. Yes, I stand by the fact that you did single handedly destroy this household. You’ve had everything your own way.”

“Let me go.” Omi was released. He rubbed his hand and the finger he knew had almost been broken. “You’re the second person I’ve talked to recently who should really invest in a dictionary. To suggest that I am the one and only culprit in dismantling this family is nothing more than a lie and you’re a liar.” Omi’s mother turned scarlet. The blonde was of course referring to the fact that his father had attempted to start an affair outside the marriage and only gave up on it after his wife had accidentally found out about his plans.

“I know just what you’re thinking of Omi and that is none of your business. It was a mistake that didn’t even happen.”

“Only because you got caught. Guilt and prying eyes are the only things that stopped you and that doesn’t take away from the fact you intended to cheat on Mom, a decision that would have rocked this family to pieces and already destroyed the way your wife felt about herself for months on end. What you instigated was a selfish mistake and what I’m involved in is the complete opposite. I’m not trying to hurt or deceive anyone. I fell in love, it’s natural.”

“Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth? Love? How can you love another man?!”

“The same way I can love anything else. There aren’t any specific rules or procedures to it.”

“Well—,”

“Hold it,” Omi’s mother chimed in.

“I was talking!” her husband barked back.

“Well, now I’m talking!” she snapped. “All the while you go around being Mr. Cool Dad and never taking any type of disciplinary duty with our kids until something like this comes along. Something that only has to do with a matter of opinion, not the welfare of your son.” The older man glared. “I’ll admit, this is the one time where I am clueless as to what needs to be done. But, at least I am willing to make some type of rational decision about what steps to take,” she said plainly.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Omi’s father threw up his hands. “I’m done. Enough!” He turned to his wife with a stern face. “Either he goes or I go.”

“You can’t possibly ask for me to choose between my husband and my son.”

“I just did.”

The boy spoke up before either of his parents could say another word. “I’ll leave.”

“No,” his mother protested.

“I’m practically a grown up now, I can manage. Besides, what would Van and Yoko do without such a moral, honorable and let’s not forget understanding father as the man in front of us?” he purred sarcastically. “Guess I’m out the door again.”

Omi’s mother pleaded with him to stay but, he just kept walking. He could hear her sobs behind her and apologized as he exited the house. The drive to Yohji’s house was another nervous one. What was the older man gonna be like this time around, he changed his story so much? To his moderate surprise, the older boy welcomed him into his apartment happily and scooped his young lover into his arms. “Don’t take this the wrong way but, I’m glad they kicked you out again.”

“I’ll try not to...”

“This gives me the chance to really make things up to you. To make up for rejecting you and lying to you.”

“Just kiss me, okay?” Omi stood on his toes and the much taller man leant downward to meet the blonde’s lips tenderly. “I didn’t exactly get kicked out...I walked out. My mom wanted me to stay but, it’s evident that I’ve practically been disowned by my father.”

“Wow...that’s one of the biggest reasons why I’m glad my grandparents don’t know that I’m gay. It would hurt too bad if they chose to cut me off from their family because of it.” Omi shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. “Well, as for sleeping arrangements...I’m afraid I don’t have a guest room for you to stay in and there’s only one bed. That won’t be a problem, will it?” Yohji smiled.

“Not for me. ‘Cause I’ll be sleeping on the air mattress that I know I’ve seen in this house somewhere. I think it was in the closet.”

“Air mattress? Why?”

“That whole denying me and screwing someone else without telling me until the last minute thing, is still really raw to me. If you catch my drift.”

“But, baby...” Yohji cooed as he began to massage Omi’s shoulders. We can’t make-up without make-up sex. And that sort of requires that we be in the same bed.”

“You are such a lecher,” Omi shook his head. “Let’s just concentrate on getting some dinner for now. Kashmir Kitchen just re-opened this week. How about we go there?”

“The place that got closed down because of all the health code violations? I don’t think so.”

“That turned out to just be a big misunderstanding.”

“Says who?” Yohji asked skeptically. “Besides, I’m not really into Indian food.”

“You told me you loved Roghan Josh.”

“Oh...did I? Well, I’m not going to Kashmir Kitchen and there’s no place like it for miles. Let’s just settle for something simple, huh?”

“Oh, alright.”

They had a light dinner in a restaurant just half a block down from home. On their way back to the apartment Yohji suggested they pop into the corner store and by some soda for later. Omi also threw a box of cake mix onto the check out counter. They came back up to the apartment and the younger boy immediately washed his hands and prepared to bake the cake. He was really in the mood for vanilla at the moment. It was strange being that it was his least favorite flavor. He combined all the needed ingredients in a large bowl and even found some more vanilla extract for added flavor. “Can I lick the spoon?” Yohji asked

“No, go lick something else!” Omi teased. He oiled the baking pan and poured the batter in evenly with just a little extra left over. Yohji hovered over his shoulder and put his hands on the smaller boy’s hips. He sneakily dipped his finger in some of the bowl’s remaining mixture and tasted it then, kissed Omi on the neck.

“Mmm...I think this cake might be just as sweet as you.”

The younger boy rolled his eyes. He opened the oven, set the baking pan on the rack and closed the door. Just to make sure everything looked okay, he turned on the oven light and bent over to peek inside the little window. Pleased with his work, he smiled. He could sense that Yohji was standing right behind him and feeling the man’s fingertips creep beneath his waistband only secured more evidence. “Don’t you have something else to do?”

“Maybe, but I wanna do you,” Yohji laughed. He dry humped Omi’s butt twice before the younger boy tried to stand up. “Hey, what are you doin’? This is a good position for you,” said the older man as he gently forced Omi back down.

“It’s getting hot near the stove, ya know.” Omi slipped away briefly and nodded his head after dipping a finger in the batter himself and tasting a bit. He was glad he’d added the vanilla extract. “Hmphff...” he breathed as he felt himself being pressed forward into the counter and a hardened schlong against his backside. “That’s it...” he mumbled. He slid four fingers along the inside of the cake mixing bowl and flung them backward onto an unsuspecting Yohji.

“Ah...! Did you just...?! Oh, you little....it’s in my hair!” Yohji grabbed the bowl and struggled to pull it away from the other boy. Omi’s fingers finally slipped and the bowl flew up onto Yohji’s head.

The blonde put his hands over his mouth as his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. Slowly, Yohji took the bowl off of his head. “I am so sorr— Ahh....!” Omi was splattered in the face when Yohji slid his entire hand around in the remaining contents of the cake bowl. He continued to rub his hand all through Omi’s hair and across his shirt.

“Even Stevens.”

“Far from it!” Omi growled. He took the bottle of cooking oil he’d been using for the cake and poured it down Yohji’s pants. “Ha!”

“Sheesh!” The older boy squirmed and dropped his pants. “Ewe, I think you got it in my underwear.” Omi just laughed. Yohji’s underpants settled to the floor with his trousers.

“Don’t tell me you got all lubed up just for me?” Omi teased in relation to Yohji’s visibly slick cock.

“Laugh all you like,” Yohji smirked as he came steadily closer to the younger boy. The blonde began to back away slowly and then turned to run. Yohji chased him around the kitchen table and followed him into the bathroom. Omi tried to lock the door but Yohji had caught up too quickly and was preventing it from even closing. The man finally overpowered the other boy and let himself in. He playfully attacked his opponent and took his pants down too. All he had to do was tickle Omi in the right spot and the boy lost control.

Yohji squatted down and started to lick his lover’s penis. He slid the entire length into his mouth and sucked rhythmically. He reached down and lubricated his fingers with the excess oil that was caught in his pubic hair and running down his thighs then, transferred it between Omi’s buttocks. It was much less difficult loosen him this time. Now that Omi knew what to expect it was it was easier for him to relax. The fingers inside of him were so soothing this time around that he hardly thought about the discomfort of their initial intrusion.

Yohji came to his feet and instructed Omi to bend over the sink. The older boy spread his partner’s legs a little further apart before positioning himself correctly. Gently, he started to enter his erection into Omi’s body. Pressing further just a fraction, the head slipped in nicely and the inner stroking began. The younger boy moaned in need. “Oh God, I’ve been craving this...” the blonde writhed. He streaked his hands down the top of the sink leaving warm prints that gradually evaporated. Yohji leaned forward, prodding his manhood deeper into Omi’s body. “I’m stuffed, I don’t think it can go in anymore,” the young boy whispered.

“Good, ‘cause I’m all the way down to the base,” Yohji crowed. “Mmmm...you feel so warm.”

“That’s right...,” Omi cooed. “Nice long strokes.” The blonde hissed his approval repeatedly. “Oh! Oooh, that was my sweet spot...”

Yohji could feel Omi’s anal muscles clenching around him every time the boy’s prostate was struck. His bottom was so tight, Yohji felt like his cock was being sucked by it. “Shit, I can’t believe your little butt’s gonna milk me already!” Yohji growled with his eyes closed.

“Oh no, don’t come yet,” Omi whined. “Oh wait! The fucking cake!” The blondes blue eyes grew full. “Okay Yohji...out.”

“No...”

“Yohji!R 21;

“Hmmm...?”

“Take it out. I gotta go check on the cake.”
“Let it burn.”

“Out!”

“Okay, Okay.” Yohji slowly pulled himself from Omi’s canal. They both exhaled deeply when it all slipped out. The younger boy found himself in a daze, it was such a pleasurable sensation to have every inch of his lover’s healthy cock caress his anus. Yohji wiped away the string of pre-cum from Omi’s ass that was bridged from his own penis.

The younger man scampered away to the kitchen and quickly washed his hands before putting on a pair of cooking mitts and removing the seemingly perfect baked good from the oven. He set it on top of the stove to cool. “Good, it came out just right,” he said to himself.

Just then, Yohji entered the room. “Careful, I don’t want you burning anything. Especially that cute little bum of yours. I’m not done with it.”

Knock, Knock, Knock!

Omi and Yohji both looked at one another. Who could it be? Yohji looked through the peephole. “Who is it?” Omi asked.

“Shhh...” insisted the older man with a finger to his lips. The knocking continued for another minute or so then stopped. “It was Aya,” Yohji stated with a breath.

“What’s he doing here? I hope he isn’t planning on taking you away from me again.” Omi began to think that Yohji looked suspicious. “He does know that we’re together doesn’t he? You told him it was over between the two of you?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Yohji!” Omi stormed over and pushed the older man out of the way. He opened the door and called Aya’s name down the hallway. The redhead stopped himself from entering the elevator to the bottom floor. Yohji pulled Omi completely back into the house and shut the door.

“What are you doing?”

“I want things to be straight. And you have a problem with informing people when things have changed. Put some pants on if you’re embarrassed. But, it shouldn’t matter. He’s already seen your naked ass anyway, hasn’t he?”

The door creaked open and Aya came in. He was stunned. “What the fuck is going on here?” asked the redhead while eyeing the two bottomless men. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“No,” started Omi. “It seems that Yohji has done it again. He still has that nasty reputation of starting new relationships without ending the previous ones first. Or at least not to the other person’s knowledge. Don’t you Yohji?” The older man blushed in disbelief of the situation. “Well, tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

“Aya...you and I...aren’t meant to be. I thought we were and—,”

“Fuck you, Yohji Kudou!” the red haired man screamed nearly at the top of his lungs. Dull green eyes flashed open. He’d never heard Aya sound so angry and loud. “So, that’s how it is? You still can’t be man enough just take charge of your life. I’m your best friend, perhaps your only friend and now I can see why. You’re a flake. Your little boyfriend had to be the one to force you to tell me about this?! Were you even planning on telling me?”

“Probably not,” Omi chimed in. “In fact, I was under the impression that you two were finished until tonight when he was too afraid to answer the door for some reason. When I realized that it was you on the other side, I just had to bring us all together, face to face. No more lies, Yohji.”

“That’s right. No more lies, you bastard!” Aya exclaimed and pushed his unfaithful lover backward.

“Wait a minute. Listen to me—,”

“I’ve been listening! All I hear is bullshit.” Aya barked. He took a playful step back. “Look at me! I’m Yohji Kudou and whatever I want I get!” began the sarcastic banter. “And here’s what I want next!” Aya pulled Omi by the arm and the stunned teenager allowed himself to be held tightly. The blonde boy stood discombobulated and a little scared to move while he felt the familiar caress of a tongue passing into his mouth. When his lips were sucked he instinctively began to reciprocate. He caught himself suddenly then, eagerly accepted the kiss upon remembering that Aya was doing this to get back at Yohji. Omi wanted to get back at him too and from the corner of his eye he could see a man furious with jealousy.

“Mmmm...,” Omi hummed as he through his arms around Aya’s shoulders. He sunk deep into the embrace. The only thing that began to alarm him was the redhead’s roaming hands that had fallen to his buttocks. How far was this gonna go?

“Enough!” Yohji exclaimed. “You’ve proven your point. I’m an asshole!”

It was as if the words had never been heard. Yohji’s two lovers wouldn’t let each other go. And if the older man didn’t know any better he’d say they were really enjoying this.

It sent chills up Omi’s spine to have his ass touched by another man. It felt naughty and dangerous. He let himself explore Aya’s mouth with his tongue, forgetting all the rules that came with kiss someone else while your boyfriend is in the room.

Aya too felt somehow sexually liberated. He liked the somehow dirty feeling of fooling around with another man’s man. He felt Yohji’s eyes burning holes right through him. He began not just fondling but grabbing Omi’s ass and spreading the cheeks. Without shame he broke their embrace for just a moment to lead the younger man over to Yohji’s bed. By this point both he and Omi had realized that their mutual lover was hesitant to stop them. He wouldn’t stop them...because he wanted to watch.