Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Dream ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own ideas, but I'll try not to think about that, as it makes me cry.

To Goku-kun, who loves this pairing as much as I do, because honestly I think we're about it.

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Who knew Aya slept naked.

Omi blinked a few times, but didn't stop staring. It was easily three in the morning and he was on his way back to his room with a glass of water from the kitchen. Aya's door was open a crack and Omi had glanced in on his way past, only to be dragged back by what he saw.

Aya slept on his side facing the door, his light blanket only covering up to his angular hipbones. Bouncing light from the window glinted on the long line of his body, illuminating patches of his stomach and his right arm, which cradled his own waist. His hair shone dark and lush in the pale light, the jagged edges softening his face.

Omi gulped. Aya looked hot. Okay, he looked more peaceful in his sleep, but was definitely hot. Also naked. Very naked. Omi stared, gulped, and stared some more. He should just step away now, go back to his room. Any minute now he'd walk away and forget all the impure thoughts about his teammate.

"Omi."

He heard his name and froze. It was barely a murmur, almost a trick, but he knew he'd heard his name. He stared at Aya, and noticed him gently press his hip into the mattress. Omi found himself kneeling at the side of Aya's bed, watching him sleep. Aya sighed and looked like he was having a confusing dream.

Aya rolled his hips. "Omi," he moaned softly.

Omi gasped. Was Aya dreaming about him? Of course, with all the perverted dreams he regularly had about Aya he supposed it was only fair.

Aya slept deeply but the dream was obviously becoming more intense. Omi's senses were attuned to every movement, expression and sound as Aya got more and more worked up. Slight grinding turned into full blown writhing, and Omi stopped breathing as the light blanket slipped a few inches, revealing a glorious ghostly erection jutting from blood red curls. Omi blinked. Omi blinked again. Aya was dreaming about him, and he had caused *that*.

Omi felt powerful suddenly. Everyone treated him like a much younger brother, though he was nearly eighteen. He'd had torrid dreams about each of his teammates (and a couple members of Schwarz), but he knew he had actual feelings about Aya. Of all of them, he treated him with respect for his talents, and for all he had the potential to be. Still, even though Omi knew he was more than a little in love with Aya, he could never tell him. At least, not while he was awake.

Omi stared at Aya's groin, and then at the look of slack pleasure on his face. Aya wasn't awake right now.

Before he even finished the thought, he realized his fingers were ghosting up the pulsing column of flesh. He rubbed his thumb into the slit, gathering precious drops of precum and bringing it to his lips. Aya tasted good - salty and sweet, musky and clean. Omi scooted closer, licking where his fingers had been. Aya twitched into his tongue, so Omi took the tip gently into his mouth and rolled it like a sucker. Aya groaned and Omi nearly choked, but he relaxed when Aya kept sleeping.

Omi employed all the knowledge he'd gleaned from the internet to give his first blow job. He alternated deep throating with keeping only the head in his mouth, letting his hands stroke the firm inner thighs and cup the heavy ball sac.

He was mentally congratulating himself on doing such a good job for a first timer when Aya exploded down his throat. He swallowed as fast as he could, and only choked a little. He pulled back and kissed the tip goodbye.

"Omi?"

Blue eyes grew huge and met Aya's gaze. He was only slightly awake and obviously confused. Omi decided to emulate the great Kudoh and see if he could brazen it out. "Naughty Aya," he cooed, "to use me in your dreams like this."

"Dream?" Aya asked groggily, obviously fast falling asleep again.

"What else would it be?"

Aya was asleep in another minute, and Omi crawled out on his belly, doing his best not to disturb him. He gulped the entire abandoned glass of water in the hall, and stumbled to his room to try and sleep.

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It had been one week since Omi had discovered Aya slept naked. He'd brought Aya to completion twice more while he slept, and watched him dream two other times. He tried to stay away, but couldn't seem to do it.

He thought Aya might suspect something, but he'd only acted different that first morning, when he kept looking at Omi like he was trying to figure something out. Obviously the whole thing was too strange to him, and he seemed to have given up.

Omi's clock read two am. It was almost time to visit Aya. He closed his laptop with a soft click, happy to be done with his research. He was glad of the upcoming mission. He was surfing the internet for Weiss, not frustrating himself with graphic details of acts he may never be allowed to perform.

He quietly stationed himself outside Aya's door and waited. He heard regular breathing, but he couldn't tell if Aya was dreaming. He told himself as he had every night this week that this would be the last time. He was taking advantage of Aya, even if he wanted it subconsciously, and he knew the proud man may never forgive him.

Actually, he told himself, he should be true to himself and stop now. He looked at his bedroom door. Yes, he should just go back to bed and put this whole sorry episode behind him. They both deserved better than this, right?

Just as he started to push himself off the floor and was registering the silence from Aya's room, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and gulped as he was pulled into the room and thrown on the bed. He heard the door close and lock, and was left in menacing silence.

"Omi," Aya said tersely.

Omi shook his head and kept his eyes closed. Fists gripped him and rolled him on his back. He scrunched his eyes shut and was rewarded with a knee resting on his stomach, not punishing but holding a threat nonetheless.

"I imagine you thought I'd be sleeping." Aya's cold tone hurt him though he knew he deserved it.

"I just," Omi murmured.

Aya nudged his soft belly with his knees. "You just what?"

"I just wanted to be with you." Omi flushed as he quietly began to cry. Well, the day just kept getting better. Convincing himself not to be a coward, he opened his eyes.

Aya was blinking at him, confused. "You wanted to be with me?" The voice was calm and collected, but there was the tiniest thread of doubt in it.

Omi knew Aya better than the other man realized. He'd been betrayed so often of course he'd see Omi's actions as an attack of some sort. "Oh Aya," he sighed, smiling tremulously up at him. "If I could have done that to you while you were awake, don't you think I would have?"

"You assaulted me."

Omi shook his head. "I only wanted to please you. To be close to you. I know you can never forgive me for taking advantage, but I need you to understand I didn't mean it in any bad way. I made you smile, Aya, even if you were mostly asleep at the time." Aya just stared at him and after several endless minutes Omi sighed. "Okay, I'll go now. I'm sure you'll think up some terrible punishment for me, and I deserve it, but I can't just lie here while you stare at me like that."

He tried to get up, but Aya pushed him back down. "Aya, what?" He was cut off as Aya claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss. He wrapped himself around all that wonderful pressure and groaned.

Aya knew Omi needed a lesson about not finishing what he started. He'd known since the first day what Omi was doing, though it had been hard to believe. Omi's guileless eyes and tell-tale blushes had given him away. He'd been willing to see where Omi was going with it, but he never tried to wake him up so he could participate, and that was more than a little offensive, like Omi only wanted a body and happened to use his. And he'd only returned twice! Aya knew he'd sat out in the hall a couple of times, and also that he'd snapped tonight. He didn't like this kind of tension. He wasn't asexual, as Yoji liked to believe, but he was choosy and didn't bring his personal life home.

He'd always harbored desires for Omi, as well as genuine fondness but was waiting until he grew up. Now that Omi had decided he was adult, it was time for Aya to show him all that entailed. It would serve him right for all those nights of torture.

Aya tried to draw back, but Omi whimpered and gripped him with arms and legs. Aya chuckled - to himself, of course - and pushed Omi back. "Wait here," he murmured.

Omi felt dejected and alone, even though Aya was only a few feet away adjusting the window shade to let in more light from the street. He suddenly realized Aya was naked and grinned like an idiot, bouncing up to his knees in the middle of the bed. "You know, I always imagined you'd wear pajamas," he chuckled. "Maybe the kind that buttons up to the neck. You know, like old men wear?"

Aya shook his head. This was not a conversation he intended to have, especially not now. "I don't like feeling strangled in my sleep." Yet obviously he was having this conversation anyway.

Omi watched as Aya checked his bedside drawer and flipped on a dim lamp. "So how do you sleep with people?"

Aya blinked. "I don't." He climbed into the bed and hovered near Omi's slight form. "Has anyone ever told you you talk a lot?"

Omi smiled cheekily. "You do. Have you ever thought maybe you don't talk enough?"

"No," Aya said, deadpan.

Omi giggled, clutching his stomach and leaning his head onto Aya's shoulder. Aya's lips formed a small crooked smile despite himself. However, a giggle fit was not going to get him where he wanted to be, so he wrapped his arms around Omi with firm yet gentle pressure and pulled their bodies together. He felt perversely protective holding him, although they were both skilled assassins. He pulled him a little tighter and sighed.

The blonde felt the sigh on his neck and shivered. An introspective Aya was unlikely to get him laid, so he'd have to head off whatever thoughts he was having. He nibbled at the tender skin where Aya's neck met his shoulder, and thrilled at the tremor that ran through that pale body.

Aya reached down and grabbed Omi's hips, grinding into him and making his growing erection twitch painfully. They were either going to have to slow down or speed up, because this was torture.

Omi was in agony. One grind and he was ready to let go. He needed to salvage his dignity, and to do that he needed to distract himself from the actions of Aya's hips. He nuzzled into Aya's hair, pleased by how soft it was against his cheeks, and nibbled on Aya's ear. Aya gasped and threw his head back so Omi could tease the delicate skin behind the lobe.

Aya let Omi have his way with his ear while he began to explore the planes of the younger man's chest. Omi always looked so young and unformed compared to the rest of them, but his hands found taut firm muscles under the tender skin.

Omi gasped as Aya tweaked his nipple. He smiled as Aya ruthlessly exploited his sensitivity, caressing and squeezing both pointed nubs. He caught a flash of red as Aya lowered his mouth to the chest before him and brought tongue and teeth into play. Omi shivered and writhed, trying to get closer even as he was overwhelmed.

Aya used his hands as he moved his mouth in a line down Omi's body. He settled in the adorable belly button, sucking and nipping until Omi collapsed, landing diagonally on the bed. Aya's eyes glinted predatorily at the submissiveness.

Omi murmured happily as he felt Aya pull off his pajama pants. He stilled as he watched Aya study him. Aya noticed and arched his brow. Omi's hands fluttered up, as if he were going to cover himself. Aya grabbed and pinned his wrists over his head in half a second and smirked at Omi's shock. Aya was now above him, his knees straddling his hips, but their bodies weren't touching. Omi arched up, seeking any contact, but Aya rose to deny him. They repeated this twice until Omi settled onto the bed defeated. He watched Aya smile stiffly and finally lower his hips that last inch.

They both gasped, overwhelmed by the pulsing heat where their arousals met. Aya ground down and Omi ground back until their cocks were sliding against one another.

Aya pulled back suddenly, breathing harshly. He nudged Omi until he moved, situating him with his head on the pillows. Aya lay on his side next to him, and he finally leaned in for a kiss. It began chastely, full of soft promises, but quickly grew until Omi was moaning continuously as Aya claimed and branded him with his lips.

Aya tucked his hair behind his ears as he quickly moved down and swallowed Omi whole. The boy's body bowed and flexed, but Aya held his hips down firmly. He released him shortly and ran his tongue up the seam where Omi's leg and hip met, then moved to the other side. He bit gently at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, pulling at the skin and then soothing it with his lips. He stroked Omi with his callused fingers as his face dipped and he sucked the velvety sac into this mouth, rolling gently.

Omi barely registered Aya hovering over him before he heard a drawer open and knew Aya was searching for something. His eyes hadn't even open yet when Aya took him into his mouth again and moved a finger back to circle that tight ring of muscle. Omi shivered and begged, twisting and bucking into Aya's mouth.

Aya squeezed lube on his fingers and rubbed them together until it was warm. Taking Omi deeper into his mouth, he pushed one finger inside. Omi gasped and stopped moving for a moment, but then tipped his hips up in supplication. Aya waited until Omi was riding his finger before he added another.

Omi felt glorious. Every nerve in his body was humming with energy and he thought that if he died right now he'd be a very happy corpse. Then Aya added a third finger while focusing his attention on the bundle of nerves under the head of his cock and he nearly cried. Aya hooked his fingers inside, hitting something that sent tremors through Omi's body.

Aya couldn't take anymore. He pulled back and coated himself with shaking hands. He pulled at Omi's hips until the younger man was on his hands and knees, his forehead lost in the plush pillows. Aya knew Omi would probably appreciate being able to look him in the eye, but he thought he'd be better able to control his entry this way.

He placed himself at Omi's flushed entrance and guided his head in. He made it just past the outer ring of muscle and paused, letting Omi adjust. Omi pulled away for a moment, surprised by the sharp pain, but breathing slowly he got past it and relaxed. He moved back a bit to let Aya know he was ready.

Aya pushed forward slowly and relentlessly until he was fully seated. He stopped and closed his eyes, trying desperately to distract himself. Omi was so tight. And hot. Tight and hot and velvety. "Tight," he grunted, digging his fingers into Omi's tender hips. After a few long seconds Omi rocked back against him.

"Aya, please," Omi begged, blinking prettily back over his shoulder.

Well damn, Aya thought, pulling out and thrusting back in. Omi's walls gripped him cruelly, tormenting him as he tried to maintain his famous iron control. He kept the pace slow so he felt every bit of skin rubbing and clinging inside.

Omi spread his knees and arched his back, pulling Aya further inside. He wanted to be taken and pounded into the mattress but Aya was treating him like spun glass. He arched again but Aya pulled back, so he clenched hard. Aya's throaty groan brought a smile to Omi's face, so he rolled his hips and gave Aya what he hoped was a saucy look.

Aya caught the challenge. He angled his hips and plunged down, stimulating Omi's prostate relentlessly. It made Omi look like some wanton angel in the moonlight as he stammered and gasped and rammed his hips back. Aya slapped one perfect alabaster butt cheek and gloried in the pink stain on the skin and Omi's ragged moan. He loosened his grip and brought his hand down repeatedly with the rhythm of his hips and kept hitting Omi's prostate, until his lover moaned continuously and wiggled his hips back for more.

Omi was trembling, and Aya knew they were both close. He reached down and took Omi's neglected cock in his hands, pumping him. He sped up, and the only sounds were slapping skin and ragged breath. Finally Omi choked, sputtered and came in Aya's hand, calling out his name like a prayer.

Aya was right behind him. "Omi," he groaned, gripping fiercely at his waist as he filled him. They only remained upright for another second before collapsing into an unlikely but comfortable tangle of limbs.

Aya fought sleep - he was lethargic suddenly. After arguing with himself, he carefully disentangled. He came back after cleaning himself and took care of Omi, who smiled limply and stretched. Aya started pulling the sheets off the bed and shooed Omi away. When he was done he looked back and noticed Omi standing by the door untangling his discarded pajama pants. "The bed's ready," Aya said, replacing the pillows and climbing in.

Omi blinked back at him. "But you don't sleep with people," he protested softly.

Aya scowled and patted the bed next to him. "Come to bed, Omi." He watched Omi drop his pajamas with a big grin and slide in next to him. They snuggled in the middle of the bed, and Aya tucked Omi's head under his chin. They were loosely tangled so Aya didn't feel smothered. Omi obviously felt comfortable because he fell asleep immediately. Aya was slowly drifting, rubbing Omi's back and playing with his hair. He felt sated for the first time he could remember. Stupid Omi, thinking he could get away just because Aya didn't share his bed with just anyone. "They weren't you," he whispered as he finally succumbed to sleep.