Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Education of Omi ❯ Lesson the Second ( Chapter 3 )

Warnings for this chapter: Some WAFF, light bondage, seven knots to heaven, oral things ^^;; , voyeurism (naughty Ran…), exhibitionism….I think that about covers it for this one.

Special thanks to Deathangelgw and Kamibukurosama to beta-ing this, and thanks to Kit E Kat for the encouragement and the good ideas!!

Dedicated to: Renza because you made me love Omi again and to Jade because you were the only one that wanted to see this enough to bug me about it.

The Education of Omi - Chapter 4

Yohji sat at the table in the flower shop. He casually observed Ken out of the corner of his eye. The boy was like a big clumsy stuffed bear. Ken was talking with Omi about some sort of football game that was on the TV last night. He flailed his arms about as he recounted the plays from the game. Yohji yawned and stretched, letting his gaze wonder about the room. He stopped when he got to Ran. Pulling his shades down, he observed the look on Ran's face. It was definitely jealousy, but for whom?... or of whom? It seemed to be directed at either Ken or Omi. Ire flared up in Yohji, 'If that asshole redhead thinks that I'm giving up my Omi then he's got another thing coming!' He practically snarled in the direction of the redhead as he began formulating a terrible, wonderful plan. Yohji stood up pushing away from the table; he removed a cigarette from his breast pocket and announced to the room that he was going for a smoke break.

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It was almost closing time and only Ran, Omi, and Yohji were left cleaning the shop. Ken had left earlier to coach the neighborhood kids. Yohji should have already been gone, but it had been two weeks since his first lesson with Omi and he felt the need to educate the young man further. Getting Ran to watch the performance was just the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned.

Omi was sweeping away the daily buildup of dirt and debris that people tracked into the shop. He was taken by surprise when a hand slipped around his waist and a honey sweet voice whispered in his ear, "I think it's time for another lesson kitten." Omi shivered at the new pet name Yohji had come up with for him. He turned slightly to stare into jade green eyes. Yohji smiled at him then removed the broom from his grasp. He leaned it against the counter and took Omi's now free hand in his. Omi looked around trying to locate Ran. " Don't worry…katana boy is busy in the kitchen." Yohji said over his shoulder. He led Omi into the back storeroom, and pulled the door almost closed, leaving a good one inch crack. He put his hands around Omi's waist and led him to the workbench.

Omi looked at the workbench and noted that it was not only free of the dirt that normally clung to it, but a soft pad of what appeared to be silk covered it. A long stretch of silk material was laying beside it, along with a small vial of oil. Omi felt strong hands encircle his waist and lift him up to the bench. From his position, he looked up in to green eyes. Yohji smiled down at him and bent to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Omi laced his slender finger through long honey blond locks, and gently rested his forehead against Yohji's. "Yotan, what if someone sees us?" he protested mildly.

"Don't be a silly kitten, Ran is cooking and Ken is off coaching. There's no way anyone will catch us." Yohji grasped the white cotton t-shirt and pulled it over Omi's head smiling at the fluffy strands of hair that stood out from the static electricity. "Besides I think it's time for lesson two, shall we begin?" Omi gave a slight nod of his head, as Yohji continued. "A long time ago, I read a book called 1001 Arabian Nights. It's basically a sex book that describes all kinds of kinky sexual acts to perform, kind of like the Kama Sutra but stories instead of pictures." He stopped and grinned expectantly at Omi, as a slight pink blush covering the younger man's pert nose. "You're blushing? After that performance two weeks ago you're blushing now?" He tried unsuccessfully to cover the grin on his lips as he recalled the younger man spread out on the bed pleasing himself.

Omi looked at him and shook his head, letting out a light laugh. Yohji was right, he had pushed his limits to gain the attention of the older man and there was no going back now. "I suppose you're right. I'm just worried about getting caught." His words were halted as Yohji placed a finger over his lips.

"That's half the fun, kitten; the adrenaline rush from the anticipation of getting caught heightens the sexual experience." Yohji smiled down at the younger man.

Omi shook his head again, blond hair flying. "But what if Ran comes to get us for dinner? Don't you think that he will be upset if he catches us here in the backroom?"

Yohji quirked an eyebrow, "Why would he be? He and I have done more than this," he made an airy gesture with his hand "In pretty much every corner of this shop." He continued despite the look of shock on Omi's face, "But that was a long time ago. Ran and I haven't been bedmates for over a year. I think he was afraid of the control I had over him." Stopping, he looked at Omi, and took in the open mouth and wide eyes. "What?! You can guess that I'm bi, but you didn't figure out that Ran was gay?"

Omi shook his head. "I always thought he was gay, I just didn't think that you and he…that you…that he was…" A blush suffused his soft pale cheeks.

"You didn't figure that Ran was my bitch. That he liked the sensation of me filling him until he screamed in ecstasy." Yohji chuckled. "Trust me there is a lot you don't know about Ran. Under that cold demeanor is a veritable pit of hot desire. He'd make a saint horny, when he puts on one of his 'I want to get fucked' shows. But enough about Ran, it's time for your second lesson and I want to be totally focused on you."

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Ran took long deliberate steps out of the common kitchen, which they all shared, back into the flower shop. Yohji had left a note on his dresser, asking him to meet him in the storeroom at 18:00 hours. Approaching the door, he noticed that the light was on; Yohji must have been waiting for him. A whisper of voices stopped him again. He stopped at the door listening intently. There were two voices, one was definitely Yohji and he was talking to someone. At the sound of a light airy voice, Ran's eyes opened wide…..Omi? The door was slightly ajar, and Ran felt no qualms about spying on the two men. Peaking into the room, he saw Yohji fully clothed standing over a very naked Omi. As Ran watched, Yohji slicked up his fingers with oil. He seemed to tease the younger man, sliding his long fingers over Omi's slender hips and the pert round curve of his bottom. Omi's eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open in an 'O' of pleasure. Apparently, Yohji's hands were somewhere close to where Omi wanted them.

Ran stood in the doorway watching when a pang of conscience began to tickle his consciousness. He really shouldn't be watching his teammates; it was obvious that the two of them were going to have sex. He wasn't sure what the youngest and the oldest member had going, but it was probably wrong of him to watch their activities. At least he didn't have to worry now that Omi would fall for Ken. No one would go from an experienced lover like Yohji to an inexperienced lover like Ken…would they? Ran scoffed at the thoughts racing through his head…what the hell did he care what anyone did on this team.

A sharp gasp and a pleading moan pulled his attention back to the storeroom. Licking his lips nervously, he again considered leaving, but the sight of the beautiful older man prepping the younger man was too alluring. He watched as Yohji's slender fingers slid in and out of the younger man. Omi moaned with pleasure, rocking back on Yohji's fingers. Omi's back arched and he let out a choked scream, as Yohji hit an area Ran knew too well. The younger man began to frantically push back against the fingers; his small hand grasping his own erection and he began stroking the hard length. Ran leaned forward trying to get a better look, all thoughts of leaving them to their privacy forgotten. Omi's unabandoned passion was just too enthralling and Yohji too good at what he was doing for Ran not to watch. He swallowed the constriction in his throat. 'Was it getting hot in here?' Ran wondered as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

He closed his eyes briefly remembering when he was on the receiving end of Yohji's ministrations. Their time together had been filled with mostly BDSM play, he had surrendered himself to Yohji, and Yohji had proved that he would not cross certain boundaries. At the time, he had needed to surrender himself to someone and the blond playboy had been his first choice. Dragging his attention away from thoughts of the past, he turned it again to the small opening. With every small moan from Omi's lips, he felt his pants get tighter and tighter. With a small sigh, he unzipped the fly of his jeans, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure against his semi-hard member. He would just watch a few seconds more to see what happened next, he promised himself. And then he would go upstairs to take care of his problem. He leaned both hands against the doorframe, and took in the scene.

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Yohji now had both of Omi's hands above his head. He lay on his side, panting, softly as Yohji ran both of his hands down Omi's body. The older blond leaned close to him, letting his voice pull the younger man from his haze of desire. "I learned a trick from the book that I want to share with you." He leaned over and picked up a long silk cloth from the bench. Holding it up he said, "This is a little something called seven knots to heaven. The Arabic people are extreme sensualists and because of that, they have wonderful ways of getting the most out of every sexual experience." As he explained this, his hands were busy tying seven precise knots in to the silk. "Each of these knots," holding up the cord, he pointed to each one, "Will stimulate an orgasm from you as it rubs against your prostate when I pull it out.

Omi watched Yohji with rapt attention. "Does it really work?"

"There's only one way to find out." Yohji turned and maneuvered himself behind Omi.

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Ran turned away. 'I shouldn't be watching this.' The mantra repeated itself over and over in his head. His body, however, thought differently. He was harder than he had been in years. Although he knew it was wrong to watch the two men, the logic behind that thought would not connect in his head. It was obvious to him that Yohji wanted an audience for this performance; he wouldn't have left the note for Ran if he didn't want someone to watch him. Of course, the fact that Yohji wanted an audience should have made him want to leave. In fact, the very fact that it involved Yohji should have had him running away.

Their affair, while short lived, was a source of constant embarrassment to Ran. He had given up his much-vaulted control to the blond playboy, and Yohji had never let him forget that he still held that control. Sometimes a heated look from those emerald eyes had him running to the bathroom mid-shift to relieve the desire that gripped him, making him instantly hard. He should leave for that fact alone, but he enjoyed seeing the older man work. Yohji always put a lot into his performances, it would be a shame for him to miss it, he reasoned. Resolved he turned back to the room, and nudged the door open just a bit more.

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Omi was still lying on his side, and Yohji had obviously just finished setting things up. Omi's eyes were closed against his flushed cheeks. Small puffs of breath escaped his kiss-swollen lips.

Yohji was now standing in front of Omi. He brushed the long tanned fingers of one hand over the younger man's hair, resting it against his cheek. "Now comes the fun part." His eyes practically gleamed as he leaned forward to kiss Omi's ear. He brushed his lips over the outer shell, letting his tongue trace the outline. He paused to whisper, "We have an audience." Omi tensed before Yohji continued his ministrations. Omi tried to twist where he could look at the door. "No don't look directly at him. Let's just put on a good show for him…you remember how to put on a good show right?"

Omi opened his eyes and stared directly into Yohji's, a devilish smile lighting up his features, and he gave a small nod. "Good, Kitten." Yohji whispered. He reached out hand again to stroke the blond hair. His lips found Omi's; devouring them for a few brief minutes before Yohji began kissing his way down the youth's slender neck.

'Omi, it seems, is a natural actor or he is just extremely sensitive.' Yohji thought. The younger man moaned at every feather light touch. The older blond continued his downward trek, stopping to pay attention to Omi's nipples. Just as he had the last time, Omi arched into the touch. However, this time he was bolder as he grasped the blond locks of his lover and pulled them closer to his chest, directing Yohji to the areas he wanted the older man to pay attention. Yohji complied by engulfing one small nipple and gently nibbling at it.

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In the dark hallway, Ran gave into temptation; the blonds were just too beautiful together. He slid a hand up his shirt as he remembered what it was like to have Yohji's mouth sliding all over his body: the soft lips, hot breath, and teasing teeth. He slid the hand over his chiseled abdomen until he reached his own nipple. He gently tugged on the ring there as he bit down on his lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape. His eyes were glued to the two men in the storeroom.

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Omi was gasping as Yohji teased and tormented his nipples. Long graceful fingers caressed Omi's sides, sliding up and down, over his thighs, but never touching the center of his need. Yohji hands seemed to be everywhere teasing the younger man.

His fingers teased the downy hair between his legs, wrapping the soft curls around his fingers. Omi let out a low moan, "Please"

"Please what, Kitten?" Yohji's fingers moving teasingly close to the focus of the youngest's desire. He smiled at the younger man licking his lips.

Omi closed his eyes, and gasped out another "Please." as Yohji's fingers moved painstakingly close. Vaguely he thought that Yotan had the wickedest ways that could turn him into a puddle of goo. He still had a grasp on Yohji's head and he mindlessly pushed Yohji's head toward his burning need searching for anything that would alleviate the pressure building in him.

Yohji consented to the hands pulling at his hair. He kissed over the smooth planes of Omi's stomach, stopping to dip his tongue in his navel. The smaller man jerked, letting out a strangled gasp, as his body stiffened at the ticklish touch. He looked up, his green eyes sparkling "If you liked that kitten, then you'll love this." As he said this, he breathed warm air over the younger man's straining member. "Ne, Omi? Have you ever had anyone go down on you in the flower shop?"

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Sagging against the doorframe, Ran let his hand slide from his chest down his stomach, stopping at the bulge tenting his bikini briefs. Gently, he rubbed his hand over the wet spot on his underwear. He let out a low hiss as his thumb ran over and over the spot. Hooking his fingers in the soft material, he yanked it downward freeing himself. He knew what was coming next. Yohji loved to tease before he actually got to work, and his blowjobs were something Ran still missed. Yohji was very skilled with his mouth both in kissing and in getting Ran off. That carnal act was one of the many things he missed about Yohji. He closed his eyes, fantasizing that it was Yohji's fingers caressing his length, cupping his balls. Opening his eyes a few minutes later to monitor the other two, he let out a soft sigh as his hand still caressed his length at a maddeningly slow pace.

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Yohji ran his tongue over Omi's center of desire, relishing in the heady mixture of the younger man's desire and sweat. He ran his tongue over and over the stiff length, eliciting gasps and groans from his impatient captive. The sound was sweet music to his ears; he had been waiting for an opportunity to get the younger man alone so he could take advantage of his new position of teacher. Omi was a sweet addiction, sweeter than the sweetest candy, and Yohji was not a man to deny himself what he wanted. Judging that Omi was close to the precipice, he knew it was time to finish his performance quickly. Licking Omi from base to tip, he poised himself to take all of the younger man in.

Crystal blue eyes opened and stared into soft green eyes, a look of absolute trust and surrender in the blue eyes. Seconds later, the eyes closed as he was engulfed in liquid heat. Yohji's mouth was a perfect fit, tight hot and doing oh so wonderful things to him. He howled in pleasure, as Yohji hummed around his length. This time was so much better than the last time. The older man had teased him so long with his wicked tongue, and he knew that someone was watching. His thoughts vanished as his teacher began to work in earnest.

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Ran couldn't close his eyes, and god he wanted to, he was about to orgasm from just looking at the two of them. He wrapped his long callused fingers around his hardness, thrusting into his fist, imagining it was the older blond's mouth. Incoherent mumbling spilled from his lips, in the heat of the moment, none of the men would hear them anyway. His free hand stole up to his chest again to tug at the rings in his nipples. He watched as Omi began pushing himself deeper into Yohji's mouth.

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Yohji pulled back as he reached around the younger man, grasping the silken cloth and pulled very gently. The younger blond's back arched as the first orgasm hit him. He dug his nails into the silken mat beneath him. Yohji swallowed all that Omi had to offer and then pulled back, wrapping his fist around the younger man's length as he continued to pull on the cord. Tremor after tremor racked Omi's body as orgasm after orgasm hit. The younger man dug his claws in deeper to the mat as his earlier gasps turned into one long moan.

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Ran watched with rapt fascination, stopping his earlier motions. He had never considered Omi attractive, but now as he watched him in his rapture, he determined that the man was indeed very beautiful. His body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, the muscles taut, and his back arching at an almost impossible angle. Ran tore his eyes from the sight, searching for Yohji. When he caught his eye, he wished he hadn't. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he realized that Yohji was staring directly at him and smirking. And much to his dismay, he found that he was standing well inside the storeroom. He must have pushed the door open in his desire to get closer to the action. He was now standing in the room with one hand wrapped around his hard cock and the other up his shirt. Blushing, Ran turned and ran from the room.

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Omi opened his eyes to stare into the verdant eyes above him; eyes that reflected how pleased the owner was with himself. 'He does have reason to be that pleased though', thought a very tired but thoroughly satisfied Omi.

"Does it work?" the man above him asked, a touch of smugness tainting his voice.

Omi swatted a lazy hand at the face above him. "What do you think?"

"I think that you are a messy kitten that needs a bath." Saying this, Yohji leaned down to begin lapping at Omi's stomach. Omi giggled before latching his fingers in the thick locks of Yohji's hair as the 'bath' turned more sensual.

"Oh god Yohji, I don't think I could come again for a few days…." His voice had taken on a husky tone as the licks had gone from something simple to something purely erotic. Yohji pulled away, running his lithe fingers over the soft skin of the man in front of him. Omi stretched, doing a fair imitation of the kitten the older man claimed he was. "Did our audience enjoy the show?"

Yohji smirked down at him, "I believe that Ran did….he certainly looked flustered."

Omi laughed at the thought of their stoic leader watching his lessons. "Is he really as different as you say he is?" he questioned, fingers toying with the silk covering on the table.

Yohji scooped him up, no regard to his state of dress and carried him out of the back room. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Would you like to see just how different he can be if the mood is right?" Smiling down at the younger man, he climbed the stairs, heading for the common bathroom that they all shared.

"I think I would, just to see that he is human under all the ice." Omi mused as Yohji pushed the door open with his foot. He sat Omi on the bathroom counter, turning away to draw the bathwater.

"After you take a bath, I think we can have a little fun with Ran." A smile grew across Yohji's face as he closed the short distance and pulled Omi into a searing kiss, tongues battling.

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Yohji left Omi soaking in the tub, blissfully relaxing after their lesson. Being around the younger man and staging their performance had given him a raging erection, straining painfully against the tight jeans he had chosen to wear that morning. He continued down the hall, stopping in front of a door that was not his own. He knew just the person to alleviate his 'problem' and, if he knew Ran, the younger man was embarrassed by his previous display but still highly aroused. He paused in front of the door. It had been more than a year since he and Ran had broken it off, their personalities too different to form a real relationship, but the sex. The sex had been hot, when they weren't fighting that was. Yohji steeled his nerve and turned the doorknob. As expected the door was unlocked. He casually leaned against the doorframe as he pushed the door open. "So Ran, did you enjoy the show?"

"Why did you invite me to it?" The redhead countered.

Yohji glanced at him, sitting quietly on his bed, spots of color high on his cheekbones, he couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. "To prove to you that Omi is mine." A protective note had seeped into his voice, which he quickly dismissed.

Ran almost snarled his condescendence, "Is that what that little show was about? I didn't know you two were…..dating" He nearly spat the last word.

Yohji bristled at the tone. He wanted to confirm that Omi was his, but the truth was he couldn't. Omi wanted lessons to catch someone else. Sex with the young man had been mind-blowingly wonderful, but he couldn't have Omi. Omi wanted someone else. And goddamn Ran for making him think about it…thinking would do no good. Pulling away from the door with a snarl, he stalked across the room towards Ran, "Fuck you, Fujimiya, he's mine…that's all you need to know, so stop staring at him." He now stood in front of Ran, who was perched on the end of his bed…his plain functional bed.

Yohji put both hands on Ran's shoulders and pushed, sending the redhead sprawling onto the bed. "Sometimes you really fucking piss me off." Ran silently glared up at him, amethyst eyes blazing from under his thick red bangs. "Like right now, when you're silent even though I know what a hot screaming bitch you are. How you long to have a long hard cock driving into you." He began slinking up Ran's body, stopping to nuzzle at Ran's crotch, rubbing his nose and cheek against the hardness he found there. A smile crossed his lips as a startled gasp escaped Ran's own lips. "Mmm you like that don't you?" he asked as he rubbed the palm of his hand over the growing flesh. Ran's mind was clouded with a haze as Yohji continued to talk to him "So how about it baby? How would you like me to fuck you long and hard until you scream my name in ecstasy?"

tbc

A/N: I think Sir Richard Burton, the translator of 1001 Arabian Nights wrote about "Seven Knots to Heaven" If not….ehhh…I'm too lazy to look it up….there are easier ways to perform this trick, but that's the way it was done the first time I read about it.

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