Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Education of Omi ❯ Lesson the First ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings for this chapter: Some WAFF, The dildo is back briefly, light bondage, unusual uses for ice cream, if food and sex squick you, you may want to skip this one and come back for more fun in chapter 4.

This is still the same day…next chapter a new day! And beware this thing is trying to grow a plot, and I'm trying to decide if I want it to or not!

Special thanks to Deathangelgw and Kamibukurosama to beta-ing this and making this sound a lot better than I could have by myself!! *Huggles* to you both!! And thanks to Kit E Kat for the encouragement and the good ideas!!

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Chapter 3

"First things first," Yohji said walking over to the younger blond's bed. He sat down gently on the side and pull Omi's upper body up from the pillows. Jade green eyes met bright blue before the older man slowly bent to lock his lips in a searing kiss with the younger's lips. He could feel Omi sigh and melt into the kiss. The younger man's lips parted, granting entry to Yohji's insistent tongue. Yohji gently swirled his tongue over Omi's and he could taste a faint hint of the hot cocoa that Omi had thrown at him earlier. As the kiss deepened, Omi began to squirm against Yohji, wanting to have his skin touch the older assassin's. "Patience Omi, I'm going to have to teach you patience. I guess there is no time like the present to begin our lessons then." Yohji resolved as he reached between Omi's legs and removed the dildo from Omi's passage. Omi let out a soft moan at the loss and continued to rub his arousal against Yohji's thighs. The older blond swung the anxious young man over his lap and picked him up. He quickly made his way to his room.

Carrying the young man inside, he kicked the door closed. He placed Omi in the center of his bed and then turned to dig in a drawer in his nightstand. Omi watched the other blond and wondered just what Yohji could be up to. "Ah ha!" Yohji yelled straightening. In his hand were several long black strips.

Omi tilted his head and looked quizzically at the items Yohji held. "Um what are those for?" he asked as he turned his big eyes up at Yohji. Yohji smirked at him.

"Why, Kitten these are to help you learn patience. This is your first lesson." As Yohji said this, he moved to straddle Omi and grasped the smaller man's hands in one of his. "I have to teach you how to control your desires, eventually this will help increase your stamina," Yohji intoned, looked down at his student. Omi's pink tongue was darting out of his mouth licking at the corners of his dry mouth. "Omi," Yohji murmured with a groan, as he bent to capture the tongue in a kiss.

Omi was suddenly much shyer than he had been in the safety of his own room. If this worked out right tonight, he would finally lose his virginity, and hopefully learn something that would be useful in his quest for the man who ignored him. Yohji sensed the increase in tension in the younger man's body. Breaking the kiss, he looked Omi in the eyes. "Omi, if you're not ready for this or I'm going too fast just say so," he whispered never breaking his gaze.

Omi steeled his determination. He would lose his virginity tonight and that was that. To show Yohji he was indeed ready; he pushed his slender body up from the bed to press against the taller man. He rubbed his aching desire against the matching erection he found. Yohji's breath hitched…Omi really didn't need lessons in teasing he mused. With his free hand, Yohji pushed the slender young man to the bed. "Patience." he murmured in Omi's ear letting his tongue trace the outer shell. Omi let out a strangled gasp as his hips bucked up, searching for friction. Yohji chuckled as he rose up and picked up one of the black strips he had laid on the bed. He opened the small silver clasp in the center of the strip and attached it to a small but sturdy eyehook that was in the wall just above his headboard. As Omi watched, Yohji tugged on the strip and nodded when he was sure it was strong enough. He put the strip, which was now hanging in two even lines from the eyehook on either side of Omi. Omi was curious as to what else Yohji had taken from his nightstand and he tried to look, but Yohji's thin body blocked his view.

"Omi close your eyes for me, for a second." Yohji murmured and Omi quickly complied. Something soft brushed against Omi's face, he was tempted to open his eyes, but he didn't want Yohji to think that he didn't trust him. He felt Yohji lift his head and quickly realized that he was being blindfolded. The silken material was wrapped tight, but not tight enough to cut off Omi's circulation.

Omi opened his eyes and saw only black. He was forced to rely on his other senses now. He could feel something soft going around his wrist. 'It must be some sort of handcuff,' he mused. Soft fur brushed against the insides of his wrist as Yohji lifted his arms and attached them to the black strips effectively tying Omi to the wall above his bed. Omi tugged on the restraints and found that he had quite a range of motion. However, he could not touch his arousal, which by now was throbbing and profusely leaking precum. He groaned at Yohji's wickedness.

"Just two more restraints, Kitten, and then we begin your first lesson." Yohji enticed. Omi felt Yohji leave his position straddling his legs. He could hear little jingles of metal and finally he felt Yohji grasp his ankles and encase them in restraints that felt as soft as the ones on his wrists. His legs were spread apart now and, he assumed, attached to the posts at the end of Yohji's bed. He was completely open to the other man, and he could feel a faint blush covering his body at his embarrassment of being exposed so openly.

Yohji stood at the end of his bed surveying his work. 'Restraints on arms and legs, check. Blindfold, check. One hot naked little bishounen lying in the center of my bed very aroused, check!' He thought to himself as he rubbed his hands together. He frowned as he looked again at Omi. Was that a faint blush covering the young man's body? "Omi? Omi are you alright?" Yohji whispered quietly as he bent down close to Omi's head.

"Hai," came the reply. "It's just that…..just that." Omi was dismayed to feel his lower lip quivering.

"It's just that it's your first time?" Yohji asked.

"Hai," came the reply, so quiet that Yohji had to practically place his ear against Omi's lips.

Yohji smiled and turned his face so that he could place a soft gentle kiss on Omi's lips. "Are you afraid that it's going to hurt Omi, because it may hurt some. I'm much bigger than your toy. But, I promise you that despite the pain, you will enjoy this lesson and every one after it," he murmured softly as he rubbed his fingertips down Omi's check. Omi nodded his head. Yohji still wasn't sure that he had Omi's full consent. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel, Kitten." Yohji whispered as he began placing feather-light kisses on Omi's chest. He slowly made his way towards a nipple and laved over it with his tongue.

Omi's back arched as his mouth opened in a perfect O. Omi's hands grasped Yohji's head holding him in place. Yohji, for his part, was glad that Omi was as sensitive as he had hoped. Most men didn't have sensitive nipples. With one hand Yohji teased Omi's left nipple, rubbing it and gently pinching the small nub. His mouth was busy teasing the other nipple into a small peak, which he tugged with his teeth.

Omi soon went from silent to alternating between soft gurgling and mewing sounds. Omi's hands were wrapped tightly in the silken tresses of Yohji's honey blond hair. Yohji grasped Omi's hands in his hand and pulled them from his hair. "If you like that Kitten, I know something you will like more," he teased as he began licking his way down Omi's abdomen, making swirling patterns with his tongue.

Omi was reduced to a pit of sensations. His body was reacting to everything on a basic primal level. He could feel the scalding heat of Yohji's tongue sliding around his chest, leaving moisture behind that cooled in the slight breeze from the air conditioner, further sensitizing his abused nipples. Yohji traced patterns even lower dipping his tongue in the other's navel. Omi's back arched at the onslaught of sensations. He tried to reach Yohji's head, but the restraints prevented him.

"Patience." Yohji whispered to him. Omi wanted to strain against the bonds and break them, but he felt Yohji's warm breath near the center of his need. His hips strained upward, searching for the heat. His body seemed to be possessed to participate in the oldest ritual; despite his lack of training. Yohji slowly licked from the base of Omi's member to the tip. Omi let out a strangled gasp, his hips thrashing up, looking for some kind of friction to alleviate his burning need. Omi felt something slip over his arousal. It felt like soft rubber. "It's a jelly cock ring, Kitten. It will keep you from orgasm until I'm ready for you to come." Yohji enticed as he slung his arm across Omi's lower abdomen to hold him down. He moved up to rest on his other elbow, reclining over Omi's legs. He grasped Omi's erection with the hand he was using as a restraint. He slowly ran his tongue around the head of Omi's penis, stabbing gently into the hole on top. He drank in Omi's sighs and increasing throaty moans. Omi was definitely enjoying this, and Yohji had always enjoyed making his partners feel good.

He slowly began to take Omi's erection into his mouth. He pulled the tip in and sucked hard on it, and then began to make his way down the shaft. Omi was trying his hardest to not pump his hips with abandon into Yohji's hot mouth. He had never felt anything like this before… it was a hundred times better that his hand had ever felt. He felt a little wanton lying in Yohji's bed tied up, blindfolded, with his member deep in Yohji's throat, but that didn't stop the building of pressure in his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to thrust his hips up against Yohji's restraining arm. Suddenly his aching arousal was free of the molten heat and pressure of Yohji's mouth. He couldn't help but let out a long, frustrated moan at the loss.

Yohji was rummaging through the freezer looking for his hidden stash. ' Ah ha!' There it was behind the frozen brussel sprouts Ken had bought when he was on an American food kick. One box had proven how nasty the vegetable was and so the other box was doomed to spend the rest of its life in freezer hell getting frost burn until someone had pity on it and threw it out. Until then, Yohji hid his ice cream stash behind the box. He quickly pulled out the container of vanilla (1) ice cream. Vanilla was the perfect flavor to enhance Omi's natural taste. Yohji popped the container into the microwave to melt the ice cream some, and he began to rummage around in the refrigerator. He looked around Ken's beers, and Omi's iced coffees (the man's secret to being genki at five in the morning), ah yes, there it was. Chocolate topping for the ice cream. This was shaping up to be a better day than Yohji originally thought. He hummed to himself and said a quick prayer to the god of horny men that Ran and Ken would stay gone until he was finished with Omi's 'lesson.'

He took the container from the microwave, grabbed the chocolate in the other hand, and headed back upstairs. At his bedroom door, he was greeted with the delicious sight of Omi struggling against his bonds, trying to reach the center of his desire that was standing strong and tall, dripping fluid. He quickly kicked off his clothes and locked his bedroom door. Without a word, he approached Omi and set the containers on his nightstand. He opened the slightly squishy ice cream and stuck two fingers in it, coating them. "Open up, Kitten," he cajoled as he pulled Omi's mouth open with his free hand. He stuck his fingers in Omi's mouth letting him taste the confection.

"Yohji!" Omi gasped as the fingers were removed from his mouth. "What are you planning on doing with that ice cream?"

"Why Omi, I'm planning on having a Kitten sundae," Yohji intoned as he dipped his fingers again in the cold ice cream. He painted the ice cream over Omi's nipples. Omi squirmed under the assault on his senses. He drew designs in the ice cream with the chocolate topping.

"Yohji, that's cold." Omi pleaded, trying to squirm away again.

"That's the point, Kitten. The difference between the cold you feel now and how you feel when I do this." Yohji enticed as he used his tongue to lap up the ice cream.

"Oh….Oh…..Oh my…unnn" Omi couldn't stop the incoherent babble that was coming from his lips as Yohji painted designs on his chest with the ice cream and chocolate; then licked it off. Yohji began moving lower than he had before, always painting swirling designs with the ice cream and then licking the design away. He took his time worshipping the planes and contours of Omi's body, finally reaching Omi's straining member. He licked away the precum that was oozing down Omi's bound erection. He then coated Omi's arousal with the cool ice cream. Omi screamed out his name as Yohji engulfed his dripping member to the cock ring at the base. "Oh gods Yohji….please….please I can't take much more." Omi cried as he began pumping his hips violently into Yohji's receptive mouth.

Yohji pulled back. "Patience Kitten, just a little more patience," he cajoled. He removed the bonds from Omi's legs. He took a large scoop of the ice cream and put it in his mouth. He situated himself between Omi's extended legs and hung Omi's knees over his shoulders. He placed his tongue low and pushed into Omi's tight ring. He used the melted ice cream as a lubricant, pushing his tongue in and out of Omi as a foreshadowing of the events to come.

Omi mewed in protest against the cold invasion. It was painful at first, but eventually the pain turned to aching pleasure. He wanted Yohji to finish what he had begun… he needed to feel what happened next. "Ugh….unnn….please…please Yohji," he begged.

"What Kitten….what do you want?" Yohji asked slipping his fingers into the tight entrance. With his free hand, he pulled the blindfold from Omi's face. He wanted to see Omi's eyes as he begged.

"Un….Yohji please…..fill me" Omi managed to gasp out.

"Your wish is my command," he promised as he positioned himself against Omi's tight entrance. He slid in just the tip of his erection into the younger man, going slowly to ease the pain of entrance. Omi's body tensed up at the invasion, but Yohji rubbed his shoulders and whispered in soothing tones to him. When he felt that Omi had relaxed, he began plucking at Omi's nipples. His lips covered Omi's lush lips, drinking in the small moans the other was making. Yohji waited to push in further until Omi was pressing back against him. Yohji groaned as his sensitive member was enveloped in the tight heat of Omi's body.

He removed the cock ring as he pumped Omi's member to take the other's mind off the pain as he seated himself fully inside. He waited while the younger man adjusted to his presence, placing light kisses over Omi's face and brow. "Are you alright, Kitten?" he whispered looking down at Omi. Omi's reply was to push back against Yohji. Yohji pulled back slowly and pushed back in again, just as slowly as he had first entered.

"Uh…..harder…..faster…. please…..oh please! Omi begged. He clasped Yohji's shoulders as he pushed against him pulling him deeper and deeper into his body. Yohji, spurred by the younger man's pleas, plunged into him with abandon, snapping his hips back and forth as he quickly pushed them both towards a blinding conclusion. Omi had his eyes closed and his lower lip between his teeth, his face was scrunched in concentration as he tried to sort out the sensations consuming his body. He could hear the deep moans of Yohji above him as the older man plunged in and out of his body.

A fine sweat covered their bodies, as each man worked to achieve the pinnacle of their act. Finally, the sensations overwhelmed Omi and he came, arching his back so hard that Yohji was afraid he had hurt himself. Pearly white liquid spurted between the two of them, covering their abdomens. With a hoarse shout, Yohji came deep inside the vice grip of Omi's body. On shaky arms, he lowered his body beside Omi's and released the younger man's arms from the bonds. He briskly rubbed the slender wrist and then wrapped the arms around him as he snuggled closer to Omi.

"Are you okay, Kitten?" he asked, kissing the top of Omi's head. Omi was silent for a minute and Yohji began to worry that he had hurt him.

"It was better than I ever thought!" Omi whispered earnestly, looking up from his position in the crook of Yohji's arm. He tried to suppress a yawn, but Yohji caught him.

"Sleep, Kitten. You're more than welcome to stay here the night." Yohji said softly, pulling the covers up over them and settling back against the pillows.

"Ran!" Ken yelled as he hopped up the stairs two at a time, "I want to show Omi the neat stuffed dog I won tonight." Ran followed Ken at a slower pace up the stairs.

"Baka, he's probably asleep! Don't bother him!" Ran growled, sending Ken one of his icy glares. Ken stopped and turned around to look at him. His face was screwed up like he was going to shout or cry at any second. Ran merely stood his ground and ignored the feelings eating at his gut. "Ken, go to sleep and leave Omi alone!" he barked out before Ken could get a word out. He watched as Ken's head fell and he slumped off towards his room. It was for the best, Ran reasoned, Omi did need his sleep, and Ken did need his too. So what if a small part of his heart was envious of the relationship the younger two on the team had. He wasn't jealous of them really. He told himself that again and again, as he went through his nightly ritual preparing himself for sleep. 'I'm not jealous,' was the last thought through his head as he slid between the cold white sheets and laid his head to rest on the pillow closing his eyes in slumber.

~tbc~

A/N - (1) I'm boring I know, but vanilla is my favorite flavor and a really good song by Gackt!!!

Last chapter I have completed, four is almost done, but I people don't like it, I'm not going to waste my time working on this story. I have a lot of other projects I could be working on ^^

****Tune in next time to find out the secrets of the Koneko's backroom and just what exactly is "Seven knots to Heaven"? Find out in the next installment of The Education of Omi!!****