Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Suckin' 'N Fuckin' ( Chapter 12 )

[ 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.

*I don’t know what it is but, every time I write a new story, the last chapter is always the hardest. Not because of writer’s block but, because of computer failure. For those of you who were waiting for the conclusion, I apologize for the delay. But, here it is.

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Was this the wrong thing to do? Did it matter? The entire situation was already so overwhelming.

Testing the waters, Omi held onto Aya’s waistband and gradually began to undo his belt. Was Yohji really just going to stand by? To find the answer, the younger man sped up his actions and began yanking Aya’s pants down.

“So what then?” Yohji began. “Are you just gonna fuck each other on my bed? My bed?” No one appeared to be listening to him. In fact, Omi finished taking off the shirt he’d been wearing in response to the eldest man’s questioning. “Fine! I don’t care what you do. Go ahead and make fools of yourselves. There’s a cake on the stove with my name on it!” Yohji stormed off to the kitchen and left the other two boys alone.

Now that the heat was off, Aya and Omi began to look at each other questioningly. The fact that Yohji would be witnessing them was what had started this whole procedure so with him gone...did it still make sense to carry it out? “Lye down,” Omi whispered. He climbed on top of the redhead, straddling his hips. “Oh yes!” he announced rather loudly. “I can’t wait!” His partner in crime soon caught on.

“YES...touch me like that...Uh!!!” Wet slurping and puckering noises followed. They were too difficult to ignore.

Yohji came storming back into the room that his two taunters resided in. “Do you really think I care what you do?! The only thing that’s making me upset is how ridiculous the two of you are behaving. But, if you wanna have sex in my bed and soil the sheets then, go right ahead! I’ll help you.” Yohji knelt down to reach under the bed and pulled out a box. He held it over the bed and tipped all of its contents out. Several dildos and vibrators fell to the bed covers. Aya’s eyes widened considerably. “Oh, I’m not done yet,” he assured his guests. He went to the small closet and removed another box that he dumped on the bed full of oils, lubricants, novelty condoms, hand cuffs, whips and a deck of cards with naked men on the front. “Now, go on then, have fun. Get so hot and bothered that you spontaneously combust! I’ll sweep up your ashes and cast them into the dumpster when you’re finished.”

Omi looked down at the pile of toys on the bed. Cautiously, he led a hand down and picked up one of the pink vibrators and snapped it on. He and Aya both looked at it timidly. What did it take to really satisfy Yohji? All of this shit?! “Hmm...” Omi hummed to himself quietly.

“What does ‘hmm...’ mean? You know what? I don’t care,” Yohji said snatching the vibrator from the blonde’s hand. “Since neither of you seem to be taking control, I will.” There was one last trick Yohji had up his sleeve. He pulled out something that neither of his guests could identify. “Omi, up, now! And get on all fours.”
“I’m not doing anything you tell me anymore.”

“Sure you will,” Yohji swiftly jolted his hand toward Omi.

“Ow, shit, what was that?!” The blonde boy rubbed his arm and inspected the little red dot on his skin. “Do as I say.”

“No!” Yohji jabbed him again, this time in the back. “Ahhhh!”

Aya began to frown. “What’re you doing to him?” Yohji came forward again. “Ah! What the–Ahhhhh! What do you have in your hand?” It was a long steel pin, the kind that dressmaker’s use. A practical device that was often underestimated.

Steadily, the youngest boy positioned himself as requested. He didn’t know what other tricks Yohji might have in store and he didn’t want to find out. Naked as he was, this made he and Aya very vulnerable to physical threats. “Now what?” Omi asked harshly.

“You,” Yohji pointed toward Aya. “Scoot closer toward his face...and spread your legs wider. The redhead blushed. It was one thing to just be pretending to carry out sexual deeds with Omi but, now that he was sure that it really would happen, his forehead began to bead with sweat. He didn’t even know the blonde that well, something that made him nervous. Yohji took his remaining shirt off and crept up onto the bed.

Omi felt himself being grabbed by the hips and his bare ass caressed. “Oww! I’ve done what you told me. Why do you insist on poking me still?!”

“Just as a reminder.” Yohji slowly pressed himself into the younger boy and began to instruct his to lovers on what they needed to do next. “Go on, suck him.” Omi hesitated as he felt the familiar glide of the eldest man’s member inside him. He was still quite loose and lubricated from earlier. Omi descended his mouth over Aya’s length and mechanically began to service it. “Encourage him,” Yohji spoke to the redhead. “Put your fingers through his hair.” Aya did as told and unexpectedly it made Omi feel more comfortable. The redhead could feel the younger boy’s tension being relieved and that made him loosen up a little as well.

Omi couldn’t help but wonder to himself whether or not his life would continue to be filled with situations like this and what would people think of him if they ever found out about it? It was hard enough facing scrutiny for being gay but, perhaps he would be further ridiculed for being so kinky. Perhaps even other gay people would frown upon the fact that he hadn’t exactly put up much of a fight when it came to interacting in this menage a trois. Was he making other gay guys look bad by living up to the promiscuous stereotype that plagued their community? Should he care? Furthermore, if he was neither gay nor straight but, bisexual...who would he marry and could he stay faithful? Was this three-some Life’s way of telling him that a polygamous relationship was the next alternative; a way to share the best of both worlds? Then again, Omi began to wonder if he would possibly just grow up to be a slut. With a mouth and an ass full of angry cock, it was hard not to consider. No pun intended.

The sound of Aya’s obvious enjoyment plucked the blonde from his thoughts. He grasped Aya’s thighs closer and lashed his tongue around feverishly. He had to get past the fact that he was embarrassed to be doing this because he knew they all three wanted to do it no matter how shameful it actually seemed. It felt good, it was scandalous.

Aya, the shyest, found it hard to contain himself. He’d finally allowed himself to connect with his erotic side. He was forced to become more open minded sexually and it was intensely gratifying. He gently fondled the ends of Omi’s hair. He could see Yohji watching him. “Go ahead,” the elder man insisted. “Pull it if you like. He’s the submissive one tonight.” Aya reached down and grasped the blonde locks in one fist. It felt powerful to do so, like he was finally in control. The room took a different tone. Aya was no longer just curious or half heartedly interested. He was beginning to figure out what he wanted, he was becoming more like his two partners who had already given in to their primal needs.

“I wanna trade,” the redhead spoke.

“What?” Yohji asked playfully. He could hardly believe that his red haired friend was really getting into this and taking action.

“I wanna trade,” Aya said again, this time his voice sounding more convincing.

“Alright,” Yohji agreed, pulling out of Omi. The youngest boy whimpered as he felt the man’s penis leave his body. Aya moved from his position as well and crawled over to where Yohji was. “Let me get you ready,” said the older man as he leant down and excessively drooled over Aya’s cock. “There, nice and lubed.” Yohji traded places with the redhead but, not before sorting through the pile he’d dumped on the bed. He opened a condom packet and rolled the rubber down his length.

Omi didn’t understand why Yohji insisted on wearing a condom but he didn’t complain. He brought his mouth forward and wrapped his lips around the head of the cock. “Mmm...” Omi cooed. “Tastes like strawberry.” Yohji began to laugh. He knew the younger boy would like this little change of pace. “Uhhh...!” the boy vocalized as he felt the hot end of another cock push into his asshole. And again the rhythm of sucking and fucking continued for the young blonde. If only his schoolmates knew about this. If only Ken knew. What would these people have to say? Would they snicker and sneer or would they be too shocked to even blink at the news? Omi’s concern as to whether or not anyone would find out that he was interested in men grew. It was all fine and good when his Yohji or Aya were around but, the blonde didn’t know if he could have as much courage just on his own.

Aya was the first to come. His breath was loud as he panted through the orgasm. Omi was very close the edge after feeling the gush of semen fill his hole. A second wave of it flooded the condom in his mouth when Yohji vocally finished and realizing the older man’s release is what brought the youngest boy to climax. The blonde nibbled at the end of the rubber and sucked out the liquid within through a tear. Omi sat up after Aya pulled out of him and wiped away the semen the was spilling down his chin, it’d been messy trying to get it all into his mouth. Yohji grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped up the wet spot Omi had made.
The room was quiet except for shallow panting. “Anybody want a drink?” Yohji asked, breaking the silence. His two guests nodded.

They all laid there in bed both physically tired and emotionally drained from the series of drama that had led up to this moment. Each coming to terms with the fact that they had began a love triangle. But, loyalties among each other were not shared equally. Thus, someone would end up alone. Yohji feared that Aya and Omi would become a couple in spite of him. He feared that perhaps tonight had made them more attracted to one another and since they’d already experienced living with one another, what was to stop them from taking their relationship to a more permanent basis? Aya feared that Yohji would still want to be with Omi over himself. But, Omi was the only one who feared nothing. He hadn’t anything left to lose in his life.

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Omi never did return home. He stayed at Yohji’s apartment until he could get his life back together but, only under platonic conditions.

Omi loaded up his car for the last time and drove to his new apartment, directly across from the college. It was so empty, so cold. He wanted to put up a family portrait but, it really brought back too many sad memories. He went to the store and bought a very generic picture of a fruit basket and hung it above the fireplace. Now the wall had a centerpiece and it wouldn’t trigger any unresolved emotions since paintings of fruit baskets don’t seem to provoke much thought anymore. His roommate came home and nodded at the picture. “Very suiting,” Ken said. He didn’t care much for the new wall decoration but, he was trying to be on best behavior. It’d been a miracle that Omi was willing to give him a third chance and he wasn’t going to blow this one. To be honest, they were both being on best behavior. Omi figured that everyone needed someone and it was best to have at least one friend close by.

About a week later, Yohji came by Omi’s home. The young boy answered the door and allowed him in. “I just wanted to bring by a little housewarming gift. I know you said that your parents got mad and either threw out or smashed up most of your old stuff so I bought you this,” Yohji said while presenting Omi with the gift. The blonde boy unwrapped it.

“An alarm clock.”

“Oh, yeah. And this,” said Yohji as the held out the object he’d had tucked under his arm. The contents showed through the clear plastic jacket. “It’s an electric blanket.

“I needed these things, arigatou.”

It was obvious that Yohji had something on his mind, “...Why didn’t you just stay with me? I only live a mile from here, you would have still been close to school and you would barely have any rent to pay.”

Omi started to laugh at the situation. “I needed peace of mind too. I couldn’t have done that at your house, too much has happened there. Too much negativity.”

“Fuck negativity. Despite the outcome as it stands...you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy yourself. You’ve neglected to mention the high points of our relationship.”

“Yes, because that would be called denial.”

“Denial?” Yohji began to protest but Omi cut him off.

“Were there times when I felt good? Yeah. I had fun but, it was all at my expense, not yours. It was all based on an elaborate lie. To hold value to any of those feelings...would mean that I am weak and too naive to separate what really happened and the fantasy of what I thought was happening at the time. If there is one thing you taught me that I actually respect is that I needed to become more mature and more adult. Well, part of that usually means letting go of fairy tales. That’s all I consider the supposedly pleasant times we spent together to be,” Omi paused. “Am I bitter? No. I thought I would be but, I’m not. Maybe because I recognize that there’s no use in hanging on to something that isn’t there and never was. And I take pride in the fact that I’ve grown wise enough to acknowledge it. Some people would rather live with the lie...and I feel sorry for them. They know not their own worth.” Yohji just looked onward in silence. “What’s the matter?”

“When I first met you, I thought you were too childish for you age but, now I think you might be too grown up,” Yohji smiled. “I’m ashamed to admit that I never thought I’d hear you say something so sound of mind and valuable. You’ve gone from being a punk kid who only thought he knew everything to being a young man who truly knows a lot.”

“You just noticed?” Omi asked jokingly. The two laughed for a minute.

“Well, I should go. I promised I’d meet Aya and his new girlfriend for coffee,” Yohji replied with a smile but, it was obvious that he wanted to stay. “I’ll see you.”

“Ja na.” Omi watched as his older friend began to leave. “Yohji...” he called. “Maybe, you and I can get coffee together, ya know, when you grow up too and you start to truly know a lot. Like how to treat people.”

“I would love that.”

“Drive safe.”

“I will.”

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Yohji came to the bookstore where he was supposed to meet his two friends. He knew he was a little early and made a mental note to make his way back to the café area once he was done finding something to read.

He found an interesting book that he’d been meaning to buy for a while. Happy with his decision he walked backward a few steps and bumped into someone. He turned around and was frighteningly surprised to see it was his ex-lover, Schuldig. He couldn’t help but look from head to toe at the man who had been his first love. The man who had taken his respective virginity and his heart.

Yohji didn’t know if he should say anything, he just sort of stared onward. Schuldig gave a weak but, warm smile and moved past him. Yohji still stared as the redhead as he walked away. So many feelings and emotions were stirring inside of him. Part of him wished that Schuldig would turn back even if just to talk for a moment. Yohji wanted to hear his voice and the familiarity of it. He wanted the feelings of being in love again. Such sweet memories. He nearly started in Schuldig’s direction when he began to think about what Omi had said earlier on separating reality from fantasy.

Yohji had taken off with the idea that he and Schuldig had equally been in love but, that the timing just wasn’t right for them to be together. The reality of it was that Schuldig had never been in love with him. Yohji knew it but, it was too hard to accept the fact that all the feelings of joy he’d experienced had been his alone, his lover hadn’t shared them in the same way. It was easier to believe the lie that all the emotion he had felt was sincere from Schuldig, not just attempts to keep Yohji satisfied until it was time for the redhead to leave him.

“...I recognize that there’s no use in hanging on to something that isn’t there and never was. And I take pride in the fact that I’ve grown wise enough to acknowledge it. Some people would rather live with the lie...and I feel sorry for them. They know not their own worth.”

Yohji could feel a tear slipping down his right cheek. He batted his green eyes and wiped them with the back of his hand. The man could genuinely identify with Omi’s words now. He hadn’t known his own worth for too long. And thus, began to overlook the value of other people, including Omi himself. The only difference had been that Schuldig broke away clean and honestly, Yohji couldn’t seem to do so with Omi nor Aya.

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Omi went to bed that night thinking of his recent life trials. How much it had changed for the better and for worse. He’d learned and grown a lot. He regretted that he’d done it all the hard way though. The boy vowed to use better judgement from now on and to look at everything from an enlightened view. Maybe his parents would learn to do the same, especially his father.

The young boy looked upward. “I know I don’t pray and I wasn’t raised religiously...but, God if you’re up there or down here or anywhere...put it on my family’s heart to forgive me for whatever pain I have caused them. For embarrassing them, not because I’m gay but, because I acted foolishly and selfishly in their home.”

Omi hesitated for a moment in the silence. He suddenly felt dumb. Perhaps he’d only been talking to himself. But, despite the mild embarrassment, he continued. “Thank you for listening.”


“Thou art welcome,” said a large voice. All the hair on the back of Omi’s neck stood on end. His eyes flew open wider than they’d ever been and he started looking frantically around the room. “Hahaha!” The blonde identified that the laughter was coming from the doorway where Ken was peeking his head through.

“Baka!”

“No. It is I, God,” Ken said mockingly in the large voice.

“Thank you for ruining a serious moment.”

“My pleasure,” the brunette smiled. “Besides, if there really was some supreme being out there I’m sure they’d have better things to do than listen to people whine. Nighty night,” beamed the little devil and headed off to his own room.

Omi shivered and got into bed. He set his new alarm clock and snuggled beneath the electric blanket. It smelled like Yohji. Omi sighed for a moment and then decided to add to his prayer. “One more thing...take him out of my mind. You know who I mean. Everyone keeps telling me that all I need is time and that I’ll get over him as soon as I find someone else. Well, that could take forever. And I’m tired of looking. I realize that it might be unfair of me to ask that you send me someone but, could you at least point me in the right direction?”

“Talking to yourself again?” asked a familiar voice.

“Dammit Ken!”

“Cool down, I’m not spying on you. There’s a leak in the ceiling above my bed, so I have to bunk with you tonight.”

Omi looked skyward. “You work quickly,” he mumbled.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” Omi smirked and lifted the blankets so that his friend could climb in.

Ken sighed with frustration. “Get your hand away from my leg.”

“That’s not my hand.”