Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Education of Omi ❯ The Temptation ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Education of Omi 2/?

Author: Thorne aka Nagikins

Pairings: see last chapter

Warnings for this chapter: PWP, yaoi, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, gratuitous use of the words cock and dildo, um that's about it.

I know this sucks, please don't kill me okay…I tried!

Yohji's POV

'Indicates thoughts' well for the most part anyway… it's all in Yohji's head anyway.

Chapter 2

'What could I say to him? Me have sex with sweet innocent Omi? Impossible! Well not that I wouldn't want to be the first to bury myself to the hilt in Omi's sweet…err, yeah. Where was I? Oh right I'm still sitting in this damn café, and Omi's waiting for an answer from me.' I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Omi is finally looking at me. His large luminous eyes make him look like a small child. 'I know that there is no way that I can ever… Why me? I mean yes I like to think of my sexual life as a buffet…a little bit of Monica a little bit of Hiro makes Yohji a happy well-rounded guy….but that still doesn't mean I sleep with just everyone who asks me. Even Kudoh Yohji has standards, and those standards say you don't sleep with your best friend. It just isn't done.' I look over at Omi again. I want to let out an exasperated sigh, but I refrain. I don't want Omi to interpret it wrong. "Omi," I begin "Omi, you know you're a nice looking fellow, but…" I pause because that sweet angelic face is suddenly covered in a mask of rage.

"Don't you dare blow me off Kudoh Yohji!" He begins. Gods he is livid now, I shrink back against my seat trying to get away from the fury I feel emanating from him. "You think I'm a little kid don't you? Well news flash playboy! I'm 21 years old! I'm a grown man, and I'm not half as innocent as you think I am!"

By the time he's finished with his tirade, he's standing and shouting at me at the top of his lungs. His chest is heaving in his fury at me and his hand is reaching towards his mug. It was right then that I know this is going to definitely be on the top of my "Most Embarrassing Days" list. He's actually picking up that ugly bright orange mug and hurling the contents of it at me. Time seems to slow down as I watch the brown concoction flying towards me. You'd think with my training as an assassin that I could move and avoided the inevitable. Instead I'm rooted to the spot, my mouth hanging open and staring with disbelief at the brown liquid as it splashes all over my face and hair. Omi turns and storms out of the café and I am left covered in sticky brown goo. I'm definitely never coming back to this place; I could never live down today's humiliations. With what little dignity I have left, I grab a few napkins to wipe my sunglasses and my face. I'm in a hurry to quit the place, but I stand and slowly walk out of the café hoping to preserve some of my dignity. I can feel the patron's curious eyes burning into me. I keep my eyes straight ahead, as I walk out the door to find that Omi has taken Seven. That's what I get for ever giving him a key. It looks like I'll be cabbing it home.

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I arrive home to find that Ran and Ken had taken Aya out to dinner and a movie. I know Omi is home because I can hear Gackt's Uncontrol blaring from the speakers of his room. I hope that Ran and Ken will stay gone until I can get a shower and talk to Omi. I need to smooth things over before this all gets blown out of proportion. I quickly run upstairs and to my shower to rid myself of the sticky substance that is coating my head.

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When I exit the shower, feeling a lot less sticky I might add, Omi's stereo has moved on to Vanilla. I can appreciate that song at least a little more. I pull on some pants and shrug on a shirt I found on the floor that wasn't too wrinkled or too smelly. I spritz my hair with gel and run a comb through it. 'What am I going to say to Omi to make it all better? I'm not really rejecting him; I'm just not taking him up on his offer. There is a difference, but how do I explain that to him.' I take a deep breath and glance at my reflection in the mirror. I steel my shoulders and walk out of my room towards his room, preparing myself for his wrath. As I get near his door, I realize that it is open just a small amount. Not being one to resist temptation for long I peek in to see what kind of mood he's in currently. The sight that meets my eyes floors me. Omi is nude lying on his bed with his head tossed back against his pillows, blond hair fanned out around him. His legs are slightly parted and one hand is wrapped around his engorged member. He's slowly stroking himself as one hand trails over his chest teasing his nipples. I lean in closer for a better look, if I stay quiet maybe Omi will continue and I can watch. 'Hey I have to satisfy my hormones and all' I reason. Omi is still slowly stroking his member and of its own accord, my hand steels down to my ever-hardening need. I stroke the heel of my palm over my cock feeling it quicken and strain against the pressure. I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning, but Omi seems to have no problem letting out small kittenish mews and gasps that I can now hear over the music. With each sound from him, my cock seems to get harder and it threatens to break free from its restraints. I open my slacks to relieve some of the pressure, and stoke myself as I turn back to look at Omi.

From somewhere he has gotten a dildo. Just the generic kind nothing too fancy, but still looking like an erect hot pink cock. He swirls the head around in his mouth as he takes his other hand from his cock and slicks it with lubricant. As I watch him, he pulls his legs up close to his chest and uses his fingers to slick his entrance. First one slender finger goes in and his face scrunches up, then his body relaxes and a second finger goes in, and he begins a gentle rhythm. His back arches as he tries to reach deeper inside himself. I want to close my eyes and imagine that I am the one prepping Omi. That it is my long fingers sliding in and out of his slick entrance preparing him for my cock. I can't close my eyes though, I can't take my eyes off of the sight of Omi with his back arched, dildo in his mouth, impaling himself on his own fingers. He pulls the dildo from his mouth and slowly runs it down his chest. He slips his fingers from his entrance and wraps his hand around his cock again, his hips pump into his hand a few times before he puts the dildo at his entrance. In one swift move, he pushes it in and I almost come as I imagine myself pushing into him. My hips thrust into my hand and I bite my lip so hard blood starts to dribble down my chin. I can almost feel his tight walls encasing me, and caressing me. Omi's eyes are still closed and he begins to pump the toy in and out of himself. I bite back a moan as Omi's mouth opens and he lets out a low sexy moan. He must have hit his sweet spot. His hand begins to work furiously over his length as his other hand increases its rhythm. My rhythm changes to match his and I grasp the doorframe to support me as I feel my knees start to buckle.

I'm totally lost in a fantasy world. Instead of a toy fucking sweet Omi it's me, my cock pistoning in and out of his tight entrance. His hands grasping my arms as I strike his sweet spot over and over. His mouth open, long moans escaping him as his head thrashes back and forth on the pillows. His back arching with every thrust to take me deeper and deeper. He begs me again and again to fuck him harder, and I comply. Lifting his hips with my hands to push deeper and faster into him. His small body shaking under mine as he comes close to his orgasm. Suddenly the world goes white as my orgasm hits me. I'm not sure if I shouted out or not. I come to on my knees, pants tangled around my ankles, hand still on my cock. 'I haven't come this hard in years. What is Omi doing to me?' I question myself.

I look up from my position to see Omi in the throws of his own orgasm. His hips pumping into his hand. I note that his other hand has abandoned the toy and is grasping the bed sheets. His back arches as his seed spills over his abdomen, and his mouth opens a scream tearing from his lips. 'Oh my gods….he just screamed my name.' If my cock wasn't getting hard from watching his orgasm, then it is now from hearing my name, in a lust-roughened tone, come from those lips. Omi collapses on the bed gasping for air.

He opens his eyes for the first time and stares directly at me. My heart stops for a second as his eyes meet mine. "Enjoy the show Yohji?" he asks me. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. Damn, second time in one day that's happened. I stand up and quickly pull up my pants buttoning them. I'm sticky again, great that means another shower. I wipe my hand on my pants, they're already stained anyway, and push Omi's door open.

"Okay bishounen how did you know I was there" I ask him. I move into his room and note that he makes no move to cover his body. He's still sprawling on the bed, nude, impaled on a bright pink dildo. I want to look away from his body but I can't, I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He lays there unembarrassed by his current activities. If anything, he tries to be more seductive by flexing a leg. He looks like a content kitten waiting to be scratched, and suddenly I know I want to be the one to scratch him. I can't deny it, not after my orgasm in the hallway. Gods I hope no one came home and saw me there. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, and Omi looks at me expectantly. I almost think he's not going to answer my question when he finally speaks up.

"I was waiting for you to finish your shower. I wanted you to be able to watch my performance." He says with the innocent look never leaving his face. Well I'll be damned our little Omi's an exhibitionist. And I realize that he has set me up, and I have fallen hook line and sinker. I should have realized earlier, but I was too concentrated on my…um needs. Perhaps educating Omi won't be so bad. I look up at Omi meeting his eyes.

"Omi, you win. I'll teach you all that I know." I say holding his gaze. The look on his face is one of pure lust.

~tbc~

Wow, that chapter got long! Well I only had the first chapter finished and some of this second one, but Yohji and Omi woke me up this morning and insisted that I finish this chapter…seems they're ready to hop in bed together! Well sorry it's not exactly a lemon, but from here on out the sky's the limit…this is a smutty little PWP after all. Lots more sex and strange things to come!

Thanks to everyone for reviewing! I do have a few chapters done, but I'm re-writing them a bit to make sure what I wrote for chapter 4 and 5 works.